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THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS-SHORT STORY

THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS-SHORT STORY

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THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS – Episode 1


I still remember when the thought of Christmas would make me feel so excited, I would do anything to pick a number on the balloon chart. It was always delightful to get the biggest balloon every other child eyed. I remember struggling with my siblings to get the biggest cup so as to get the most plenty quantity of wine. Daddy would mock me, “Nne bring a drum if you like.” My mother would scream at me to come fry the chicken, because if it landed in my sister’s hands, of course Christmas was over. She would pinch it till it would be gone. I would stand afar off and watch my younger brother shoot the reworks, it scared me as much as it excited me. The new dress mommy would buy, big, bogus, gowns, with a hat, socks, and handbag to match, it thrilled me. In church all the pastor would talk about was the birth of Jesus, his mother Mary…

Well I have heard that sermon one too many times. I could recite it with him if he wanted me to. Maybe pastor Chidi read my mind or God answered my prayers, because he ended the service just as soon as it had started. One person who captivated me in church was Aunty Jenny, the choir director. She was fair, a very beautiful lady. She had the most sonorous voice I have ever heard. She was my role model. I hoped to grow up to be able to sing like her. I would linger around in church just to hear her sing during choir rehearsal; of course I got my mother’s scolding for that, but it didn’t matter so long as I got to hear my Idol sing. Another thing which made me very happy was my pastor’s son Chima, whom I had a crush on. I was glad he would get to see me on my new dress, and would probably want to be my friend.

I changed my walking style, thanks to the new shoe mommy bought for me. It gave me the “koi koi” sound I wanted. I usually stole a few glances at him and purposely sat some seats close to him. He was a very handsome dude, chubby, and light skinned. He always looked good in his Christmas clothes. I wished I could tell him what I felt for him, or probably touched him. During praise and worship, I made sure to sing very loud, so he could hear me and at least notice me. I adjusted my clothes quite often so in case he looked while I wasn’t looking, he would get a nice picture of me. During offerings, I made sure to walk slowly, in order to meet up with him so as to brush my hands against his. I would chuckle at the mere thought of it.

Those were childish fantasies. Just a day after Christmas, Hoodlums from the neighboring village attacked our village. I can’t remember what the fight was all about, but I can remember listening to some elders discussing it. They were fighting over some boundary land. My village Amafo, wouldn’t let go of it, and so the other village, Nwagulu was ready to go extra miles to claim it. Our village chief had positioned some men at the boundary between our village and Nwagulu to ward off the hoodlums, but I guess in the fanfare of the season they relented. I don’t blame them, who would have thought such would happen during Christmas? The Hoodlums struck. Oh! They hit us very hard. That day is still very fresh in my memory. I can remember I was playing a game of hopscotch in front of our compound with our neighbour’s daughter Nkechi. She loved to cheat at games and I wasn’t going to let her win. In my left hand was the meat mommy had given me, I was biting it slowly. I was really having fun. That was when I heard the shouts. People were yelling and running toward every direction. I was confused and very scared. I rushed to see what could have caused the rampage. The sight was horrific; dead men, women and children lying everywhere. I could hear some villagers shouting, “Nwa m o! Hoodlums! Hoodlums! I turned round and Nkechi was nowhere to be found.

I wanted to run when I heard, “Nne m! Nne m!” I stopped on my track. I recognized the voice, it was daddy’s voice, I turned to look at him he was already wounded, I wanted to help him, but in his eyes he was pleading for me to run. I saw him shriek in pain as a bullet hit him, he gave me a faint smile as he hit the ground. My mouth was open, yet no words came out. I found my legs racing very fast as I ran with the other villagers. In and my head it kept ringing, papa is dead, mine has finished. My daddy is gone. My heart was in chaos as it struggled to contain the shock. I didn’t know where I was running to, but I ran. I didn’t know how long the attack lasted, but I was able to find solace in a bush. I hid in-between trees and cluster of shrubs, tired, scared and hungry. I wanted to close my eyes and open them to see that all that was over. As I hid in that bush, the thought of snakes crossed my mind, I was very scared. I have never felt so alone my whole life; but I had to be strong. I had to stay alive.

I sobbed when I remembered daddy’s dying face. My clothes were very dirty and torn. Ii didn’t mind them, we were at war. I think I had fallen asleep in my tiredness. When I heard the sound of breaking twigs and rustling of dry leaves, I knew someone was around. I laid still and held my breath, but it was of no use. I think the stranger had been there for long and had been observing me while I slept. As he approached me, he looked quite tall. I couldn’t make out the face as it was already dark. I think he was in his middle twenties. I had never seen him before. I didn’t think he was from our village; he was probably one of the Hoodlums who took notice of me in my ragged clothes. I cuddled more to myself, I tried to use my clothe to cover some of my exposed body parts. It was of no use. He was holding a knife. He brandished it very well so I could see it. I knew what he wanted. The way he looked at me said it all. The knife scared me and I was too weak to fight; so there was no point trying. However, I knew I just had to survive this somehow. I prayed to God for strength. The stranger pulled me out and straightened me, he tore through my clothes, and found my pant. He licked his lips with his eyes filled with lust. He then found his way into me, it was the most painful thing I ever felt, with each thrust, I felt like he was tearing me into two.

Hot tears streamed down my face. I don’t know if God heard my silent pleas. As I turned sideways, my eyes fell on some object, it was the stranger’s knife, he probably had dropped it and was too busy to notice, I was going for it. I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the throat. I didn’t know what came over me. I pulled it out and kept stabbing him. His eyes were open with shock, his mouth and nose dripping blood. I was angry. I was hurt. I was filled with rage. I stabbed him the more, when I remembered my daddy’s face. I stabbed him much more till he wasn’t moving any more. He laid there lifeless. I held the knife firmly, his blood dripping from it. I held it like my life depended on it. That night I was ready to fight to survive. Somehow I felt new strength creep up inside me. That day, they could have taken my father from me and taken my pride as a woman, but I found new strength, new hope. I still had to fight, life is war. I pulled the man with the little strength I had left and covered him up with palm fronds. I was no longer scared. I held onto the knife to see if anyone would come to attack me, but none came.

I stayed back in the bush; I must have slept off out of exhaustion, because when I woke it was already morning. I could hear birds chirping and the morning dews falling from trees onto my body. I picked up my weary self and looked around. It was all was quiet. It looked as if nothing ever happened, I decided it would be ne to step out of the bush. I was worried about my mother and siblings. I really needed to go back home. With measured steps, I wade my way to the road. I was still with the knife just in case I needed to use it. As I walked, I saw some of my villagers, some wounded, some searching for their loved ones and some were dead, already bloating. It was a terrible sight. It reminded me of my father, my ‘mpa’ (daddy) as I fondly called him. I got home safe, Mommy was alright, my brother Chinedu was wounded, but my sister Nneka was ne, just some bruises. I couldn’t bring myself to say what had happened to me in the bush; mpa’s death was enough. Mpa was to be buried soon, he was already decaying. All through that ordeal, mommy didn’t cry. She didn’t even allow her hair to be shaved. I screamed and yelled as he was being laid to rest. mommy just looked on, she had this faraway look in her eyes. She never said a word. I don’t know where she got her strength from. Chinedu was comforting me or I was comforting him, as we couldn’t help ourselves.

The pain was too much. I kept asking myself, who would fight for me? who would tease me? many times I kept looking at the entrance to our house, expecting to see him coming home, smiling and calling on me to come and help him carry his bag. I was shattered. Weeks passed, it then turned into months, the village was never the same, everyone lived in fear. One ne day, mommy came into our room, for the first time since mpa died. She said to us, “We are moving.” That was all. I searched her eyes for more, but there was nothing there. I had not known life outside our village. When she left, I crept to my sister’s bed. She seemed happy.

She said to me, “I overheard her talking to the village bus driver that we would be going to Lagos. I heard it’s a very ne place. I’ll get to make those hair-do I see on the television, the type that Mr. David’s daughters aunt in church during holidays. I would get to wear those elegant dresses, and see those places our teacher talked about. Oh! Lagos here I come.” I laughed very hard. “I heard it’s a very busy place. You could get lost very easily. I was told there are plenty of cars there, it’s nothing like our village,” I told her. Brother Nedu, as we fondly called Chinedy, stirred in his bed. I noticed he had been listening. He was smiling naughtily. I tickled him.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked. He laughed. “So we are finally leaving? I will get to see those ne girls Chinenye talks about when he comes home for holidays. I will get to wear those ne jeans. The big shoes and all those ‘bling-bling’ stuffs,” he said. I laughed at him. “Foolish boy, that’s all you know. You no go do make God use you,” I teased. I knew mommy could hear us, yet she said nothing. I wondered why she behaved that way. I still had nightmares, I could never forget what happened to me in the bush. I still couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone, sometimes in my sleep, it felt as if the dead stranger woke and would come after me, I couldn’t have been happier to leave the village.


STORY CONTINUES…
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THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS – Episode 2 I wanted mommy to talk to me. I needed her to ease herself of the pain, it would be okay to cry, a few tears would relieve her. But no, she chose to hold it in. I know she was trying to be strong for us, that’s what mothers do, they hold it in, they endure. With the way mommy was holding things on the inside, I was scared something bad might happen to her. The journey to the city wasn’t that hectic. I can remember looking back at the village, the many memories we had there, the many friends we had lost, it was going to be a whole new world for me. I wished mpa was there with us, never had I imagined living without his smile, but now feeling and knowing he was up there listening and hearing me pray, kept me going. I just had to be strong. I shed some few tears as the bus drove past the village field, market and the church, it was the saddest goodbye for me, I looked out through the window so no one could see me cry, especially mommy. We got to the city quite alright. I must confess it was the busiest sight I ever saw; so much chaos. Everyone was rushing, no one stopping; and there was too much noise. We stood on the road for a very long time, before we were able to cross. I marveled at the way people just entered the road dodging the cars; I would never try that. Brother Nedu almost passed urine in his shorts. When we finally crossed, I poked fun at him, “See your head, in the village you will pose as if there was nothing you can’t do. Now crossing this small road made you to almost faint, you go just dey puff dey bend yansh.” He laughed. Mommy smiled at us, I was happy she did. Life in the city wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. We adapted quickly. I had to deal with the bullies in my school, when they would jeer at me, calling me village girl. With time they got to like me as I was quite bright in class. Mommy owned a provision shop right in front of our rented apartment, brother Nedu was writing his WAEC examination, although it was different without mpa, but we tried. The village somehow remained forgotten, maybe to them, but not to me. It remained fresh in my memory. One ne day, when I got back from school, I met brother Nedu at home, he looked uneasy, sister Nneka was trying to avoid me. I smelt something shy, I ran to mommy’s shop, she was not there. I walked up to Nedu and demanded, “Where is mommy?” He tried to make a joke over it, “Where would she be before; in her shop nah or probably gone to the market?” I wasn’t finding it funny. Sister Nneka continued to avoid my gaze. I pulled at Nedu’s shirt and yelled at him, “Where the hell is mommy?!” Somehow I felt I knew the truth, but I was scared to accept it. He lowered his head and said, “She is inside sleeping,” I rushed inside, true she was sleeping, but not the sleep I was expecting, mommy was resting in peace. I shook her but got no response. Her face seemed as though there was still life in her, but of course she couldn’t hear one word of all I was saying. Mommy was long gone. I let out a piercing scream. It seemed brother Nedu and Nneka were waiting, they rushed inside to help me. Mommy died holding all her pains on the inside. She died trying to be strong for us. It pained me so much that I couldn’t help her. Mommy died from depression; she died being a father and a mother to us at the same time. I do not understand why some things do not always go right. Brother Nedu contacted the village elders and mommy was laid to rest. I couldn’t find the courage to look at her again. I was too hurt. Mommy went through so much pain for us, I was going to make her proud. After the burial; I have to admit, I felt alone. However, I found strength in my siblings. Brother Nedu took over the provision shop. I was able to complete my secondary school education. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes I felt like dying too; but I had promised mom that I would make her proud. We made enough money for brother Nedu’s university education. Sister Nneka took over the shop, and I assisted her sometimes. I remember one afternoon I was when in the shop, a car drove past, then it came back and stopped right in front of our shop. Sister Nneka stood up quickly, sighting the driver, she left the shop in a hurry. I was confused, should I leave too? Well, the man walked up to me and asked, “Fine girl how are you doing?” Still confused I asked, “Please sir, what do you want to buy?” He scanned the shop for what to buy, trying to avoid my question. “Please what is your sister’s name?” he asked. I wanted to hush him, but he continued, “I like her, but every time I come here, she keeps avoiding me, I want to talk to her.” I smiled naughtily, it now made sense to me, sister Nneka was shy. I composed myself again and replied him, “Okay, just buy what you came to buy, my brother will soon be back. Check again some other time,” he picked a packet of cabin biscuits, paid and asked me to keep the change. I thanked him and he left. Sister Nneka came back after the man had left. She peeped in and asked in a hushed voice, “Has he gone?” I busted out laughing. “See your head. You left because your slippers are in bad shape and you don’t want him to see it. You like him, don’t you? Don’t worry, I know you do,” I said. she smiled and blushed, “Go joor, what do you know?” she said lamely. There was that look in her eyes. I knew she liked him because she asked, “Did he say he was coming back?” I laughed very hard. “So that you would leave me here again, abi?” I teased her. The stranger came back after some weeks; this time without his car, I didn’t see him coming, I was busy having a girly chat with sister Nneka, when she suddenly stopped, adjusted her skirt and arranged her hair, I looked back and smiled. He was a ne tall man, he looked neat in his t-shirt and Jean, somehow he reminded me of mpa. I guess that’s why I liked him immediately. This time I was going to make sure sister Nneka wouldn’t run. I stood up and said, “Sister, brother Nedu just called me.” She knew what I was doing. She gave me a disapproving loo. I ignored her and ran off. I bumped into brother Nedu, “Why are you running?” he asked. I laughed mischievously. “Sit down let me gist you joor” I replied. like someone hypnotized, he sat down immediately. l chuckled and observed, “Kai, you too like gist.” He smiled impatiently. He could not wait to hear what tale I had to tell. I told him about the stranger. He laughed the more. I sat down thinking about what sister Nneka and the stranger were talking about. I was curious. I wanted to go and peep at them but I stayed back in the house, smiling. I was happy somehow that amidst all our sorrows, something good was finally happening. I got to find out from sister Nneka that the stranger’s name was Obior. I was happy he was Igbo; at least he was close to home. Obiora bought us gifts. I enjoyed the ice-cream sister Nneka brought back home, every time she went out with Obiora. Their love blossomed and soon we were planning the marriage rites. I couldn’t help but be happy. Somehow I felt sad, I was going to miss sister Nneka. Brother Nedu was rarely around since he had started work, but all the same, something good was finally happening. As I looked at her in her wedding dress, she looked very innocent and beautiful like angel. I just wanted her to be happy, we had been through so much. Thankfully, we stayed strong together when things got tough. I allowed myself to be happy, I wished mpa and mama were there to behold the glorious moment. I didn’t know when tears gushed down my face. Mr. Obiora stood at the altar, in his ne black suit. He had a nice haircut to go with it. He really looked like mpa. I sat close to brother Nedu. I could see he had tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them drop. I held his hands tight. I needed him at that moment, I guess he understood because he held me also. Soon enough, the wedding service was over. Sister Nneka marched out of the church with her husband. I went out with her and bid her farewell. I wanted to go with her so much that I almost said it. The words were stuck in my throat. I couldn’t say I understood this basic concept of life. As they sped off for their honeymoon, I could see her looking out through the window at me, with so much to say, but she summed it up with a smile. I hugged brother Nedu. I knew soon enough I would be all alone. So I held on to him like it would be my last. After the wedding, brother Nedu returned back to work, I was alone most of the time, but thank God it wasn’t for long as I got admission to study at the University of Nigeria, Enugu campus. Leaving the house, I looked back with so much memories, how it all started, the happy times at the village, the miserable times, my nightmares; all flashed through my mind. I took one long look at mama and mpa’s picture hanging on the wall; both wearing a smile. I knew I had made them proud. I knew we were able to prove to them that life may throw at us so many bricks of troubles but you survive by not giving up; by not giving in, but by fighting, life itself is war. I had lived my life on the memories of the past and now it was time to move on. Brother Nedu was there to bid me farewell. Life still held so much in store for me. I wasn’t done yet. I sat in the bus with few other students heading toward the University. I looked out through the window, admiring the scenery, it seemed as though the trees and grass were moving as fast as we were. Someone tapped me from behind. It was a girl. She said, “Hi, you dropped your purse.” Just then I realized that I had been deep in thought and it dawned on me that as I sat on that bus, heading to school, it was the day after Christmas. THE END
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