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She was close to the corn-grinding station when a woman ran out of a roadside house, crying, following two soldiers who were pulling a tall boy along with them. "I said you should take me!" she screamed. "Take me instead! Have we not sacrificed Abuchi to you people already?" The soldiers ignored her and the boy kept his posture straight-backed, as if he could not trust himself to look back at his mother.
Ola
"Bia nwoke m, is something wrong with your head? Haven't I told you not to be out here?" she asked him in a hiss.
Ugwu took her basket and mumbled, "Sorry, mah."
"Where is Baby?"
"In Ada
"Give me the key."
"Master is inside, mah."
Ola
"O gini? What happened?" she asked.
"Nothing happened."
She went to him. "Ebezi na, stop crying," she murmured. But she did not want him to stop. She wanted him to cry and cry until he dislodged the pain that clogged his throat, until he rinsed away his sullen grief. She cradled him, wrapped her arms around him, and slowly he relaxed against her. His arms circled her. His sobs became audible. With each intake of breath, they reminded her of Baby; he cried like his daughter.
"I never did enough for Mama," he said finally.
"It's okay," she murmured. She too wished she had tried harder with his mother before settling for easy resentment. There was so much she would take back if she could.
"We never actively remember death," Odenigbo said. "The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die."
"Yes," Ola
"But perhaps it is the whole point of being alive? That life is a state of death denial?" he asked.
Ola
"I've been thinking of the army, nkem," he said. "Maybe I should join His Excellency's new S-brigade."
Ola
He moved back to look at her, but she kept her gaze averted and got up and turned on the radio and increased the volume, filling the room with the sound of a Beatles song; she would no longer discuss this desire to join the army.
'We should build a bunker," he said, and went to the door. "Yes, we certainly need a bunker here."
The flat glassiness in his eyes, the slump to his shoulders, worried her. If he had to do something, though, better he build a bunker than join the army.
Outside, he was talking to Papa Oji and some of the other men who were standing by the compound entrance.
"Don't you see those banana trees?" Papa Oji asked. "All the air raids we have had, we went there, and nothing happened to us. We don't need a bunker. Banana trees absorb bullets and bombs."
Odenigbo's eyes were as cold as his response. "What does an army deserter know about bunkers?"
He left the men and, moments later, he and Ugwu started to map out and dig an area behind the building. Soon, the young men joined in the work and, when the sun fell, the older ones did too, including Papa Oji. Ola
That night, she lay with her cheek against his. He had not told her what made him stay home to cry for his mother. She hoped, though, that whatever it was would loosen some of the knots that had tightened inside him. She kissed his neck, his ear, in the way that always made him pull her close on the nights that Ugwu slept out on the veranda. But he shrugged her hand off and said, "I'm tired, nkem." She had never heard him say that before. He smelled of old sweat, and she felt a sudden piercing longing for that Old Spice left behind in Nsukka.
Even the miracle of Abagana did not loosen his knots. Before, they would have celebrated it as if it were a personal triumph. They would have held each other and kissed and she would have tickled her cheek with his new beard. But when they heard the first radio a
Mama Oji started the song, "Onye ga-enwe mmeri?" and the other women responded " Biafra ga-enwe mmeri, igba!" and formed a circle and swayed with graceful motions and stamped down hard as they said igba! Billows of dust rose and fell. Ola
"Ola
It was the first time Ola
" Alice thinks she is too good for all of us in this yard," Mama Oji said. "Look at you. Did they not say that you are a Big Man's daughter? But you treat people like people. Who does she think she is?"
"Maybe she's asleep."
"Asleep indeed. That Alice is a saboteur. It is on her face. She is working for the vandals."
"Since when have saboteurs had it written on their faces?" Ola
Mama Oji shrugged, as though she would not bother convincing Ola
Professor Ezeka's driver arrived hours later when the yard was emptier and quieter. He handed Ola
"Thank you," Ola
"Yes, mah." He stood there still.
"Is there anything else?"
"Please, mah, I am to wait until you check that everything is complete."
"Oh." Ezeka's crabbed handwriting had listed all he had sent on the front of the sheet. Please make sure the driver has not tampered with anything was scrawled at the back. Ola
"This is like Nsukka, mah!" he said. "Look at the sardines!"
"Please put some salt in a bag. A quarter of that packet."