*i was feeling nostalgic so I went looking for the Flash stories and comments to cheer me up. I reread this story I wrote on day 3 and I just loved it. Dont ask me why.* CONTENTS OF OUR HOUSEGIRL’S POCKETS. My mother found her dangling from the ceiling in her room, pink tongue protruding from full lips. I was in the sitting room with dad and Nisi, who had that very annoyed look she always wore to our daily 5 O’clock devotions, when we heard mom start screaming. We rushed to Nkiruka’s room; dad took one look and called the name of God in vain, Nisi,8, stared wide-eyed, not at the body but at her mother. Her expression said she didn’t get why mom was in anguish over someone she treated badly . Something jingled in her pockets when dad cut her down. I waited until dad was on the phone then stuck my hand inside her pockets. The contents of her pockets included a bunch of keys, two sticks of chocolate and a letter. Later, I took the letter to the toilet, a roaring noise filled my head as I read it. Nkiruka had overhead Aunty Fejiro arguing with mom when she came four days ago. I remember Aunty Fejiro had seemed angry and left hastily. Nkiruka had found out that seventeen years earlier, mom had gotten pregnant after a gang rape at school, and Nkiruka was her child.
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