"What do you think you are doing?" I ask Fulerewa as she paces about.
"Thinking, if we leave the body here, nobody will know we are responsible, " She replies.
I walk over to it and poke the eyes with a broomstick to be sure it is lifeless.
"Let's just tell Yeye we did it, she will shield us from any harm, " I say.
Omahengwa has been silent the whole time and I forget that she is in the room until she speaks.
"Let's get out of here before we are caught. There is no blood on our hands, and nobody can claim to find our fingerprints here," Omahengwa says.
" I agree, " Fulerewa says, breathlessly.
Unable to find a better solution, I drop the broomstick and say,
"O da, we leave it here but this stays between the three of us. "
We leave the room and close the door behind us, behind our secret.
The next morning I am awoken by loud noises from people crying and arguing. I make my way out of the room and see Fulerewa and Yeye outside. I ask,
"What is happening?"
In feigned innocence Fulerewa replies,
" The goat is dead. Someone fed it the wrong leaves. "
Yeye cuts in,
" You know Pa may not make it. It took us sixteen days to get an all black she-goat with one ear and three legs for the sacrifice for his treatment. Now we have just twenty-four hours left to find another, else he dies. "
"It will be well, " Fulerewa says.
"I don't know, maybe the gods have forsaken Pa after all these years, " Yeye says.
I say, " it's not Pa they have forsaken, it is us. It is us, it is us. "
"Thinking, if we leave the body here, nobody will know we are responsible, " She replies.
I walk over to it and poke the eyes with a broomstick to be sure it is lifeless.
"Let's just tell Yeye we did it, she will shield us from any harm, " I say.
Omahengwa has been silent the whole time and I forget that she is in the room until she speaks.
"Let's get out of here before we are caught. There is no blood on our hands, and nobody can claim to find our fingerprints here," Omahengwa says.
" I agree, " Fulerewa says, breathlessly.
Unable to find a better solution, I drop the broomstick and say,
"O da, we leave it here but this stays between the three of us. "
We leave the room and close the door behind us, behind our secret.
The next morning I am awoken by loud noises from people crying and arguing. I make my way out of the room and see Fulerewa and Yeye outside. I ask,
"What is happening?"
In feigned innocence Fulerewa replies,
" The goat is dead. Someone fed it the wrong leaves. "
Yeye cuts in,
" You know Pa may not make it. It took us sixteen days to get an all black she-goat with one ear and three legs for the sacrifice for his treatment. Now we have just twenty-four hours left to find another, else he dies. "
"It will be well, " Fulerewa says.
"I don't know, maybe the gods have forsaken Pa after all these years, " Yeye says.
I say, " it's not Pa they have forsaken, it is us. It is us, it is us. "
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