MAD WOMAN

19. YOUR FADA.

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ELOKA'S P.O.V:

"How dare you?" My voice deepened.

"Elo—" Zikora tried to come in but I just simply rose my hand up for her to silence her mouth.

"Don't interfere." I told her and focused back on her 'friend'. "Which drug did you purchase today that made you misplace your thinking faculty?"

"Eloka!" Zikora shouted and her friend's eyes widened.

"No, tell me. You put my only nephew on a BIKE. What if it fell? Do you have any idea how dangerous bike riders are in Amasomma? I'm surprised we don't hear of everyday accidents on the road considering how recklessly they ride! You have spent about four years in school considering you said you're in four hundred level. Which makes you aware of how unsafe it is in Amasomma. Yet you carried Obiora on a fucking bike that could have easily been maneuvered by the wrong people. Were you trying to get my baby nephew kidnapped? You dey craze?!" {Pidgin To English Translation: "Are you crazy?!"}. I flared and couldn't give a shit about the unsolicited attention we were now getting from passersby.

"What on earth is up with you? Obiora is safe and Bibo would never let any harm come near him. Amasomma is safe!" Zikora argued and not just me, but even her bestie that was awfully quiet stared at her when she made that comment. It was my fault and mine alone. I have been the one sheltering Zikora in school. Even far as prohibiting her from coming to classes on days I knew the engine boys and their agric acquaintances would start aggressive protests. Zikora was mainly the reason I gathered as much intel as I could get in school, just to keep her safe, to keep her sheltered from the reality of life that might snap and break her princess perspective she had of the world. And now her son had added to my list of worries.

I didn't think too much about him, not until now.

Not until I was glaring at the mad woman holding my nephew.

"You wanted harm to come to my nephew, didn't you?" I stepped closer to her as she looked at me with several emotions threatening to burst through her. "I knew you weren't to be trusted. Zikora take him from her, NOW."

"No I—"

"It's fine." A calm voice surprisingly erupted from her lips. She moved closer to Zikora as she carefully unwrapped Obiora from the baby carrier on her body and placed his little self in his Mothers arms. After giving the carrier to Zikora, she turned on her heels and began walking the other way.

"Biboe—"

"If I ever see you near my sister's child again, I promise you..." My words stopped her in her tracks. "...it would be the last time you would be able to breathe." I finished and after two seconds, she turned back to stare at me with her eyes blazing with anger. But I could still make out the hint of fear at the background of her rage. As well as embarrassment since everyone was now staring at us like they were watching a new Zee World film.

As Biboere walked away with Zikora wanting to run after her but remembering how tender Obiora still was, she huffed in frustration. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" She kicked my leg with her shoe but it barely even made a scratch on me.