Throwback Stories: Nne
At first it was a beautiful morning, but suddenly everything became an uproar; fathers running home for the safety of their family, mothers clutching to their children, children crying for the whereabout of their parents. I remember my mother carrying me on my waist while she ran with my elder sisters; Nwadi my immediate elder sister held her hand while Chizoba our eldest followed closely. The sound of the gunshot did not slow down, rather it came rapidly. Mother was lamenting and Nwadi was crying but Chizoba was quiet. Soon we reached our farm land where the sound of gunshot had minimized. We reached the big mango tree where we normally took shelter while mother worked on the farm and she shifted the palm fronds. As soon as she moved it, I noticed she had dug a pit, she let me down from her waist slowly and placed me inside the hole, “NNE!” I struggled but instead of consoling me, she hit my back and made me face her squarely, then she said, “I will not let you die along with me...