Okonkwo

The last thing that ever crossed my mind was that my husband, the guy I risked everything for was going to have a gun pointed to my head. Everything was so unreal at the time; it was like I was living a mini soap opera. The only difference was that I was on the outside looking in. This was all silly of me because I knew getting into this that Okonkwo had one of the worse tempers in the village. 

My Daughter

Today I saw Ezinma crawl for the first time. I didn’t think this was a sight I would ever be able to enjoy. The thought of my children crawling all around me with their innocent spirits was something I had never had the chance to experience. My children had all been taken from me from birth. I thought I was cursed, never going to be able to have child to call my own. That is until my beautiful baby girl, Ezinma, came to me. She was the only that survived the evil spirit, she was meant to be with me. She is meant to be MY daughter and I'm meant to be HER mother. Nothing will ever separate my daughter and I.

The Shocker Of My Life

Last night was intense. I didn’t think it was going to be so out of hands. After everything had gone down I just went to my house and sat there. Okonkwo was so mad; I just didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think he would ever explode the way he did. It was as if he was a ticking time bomb.  He has always had a really bad temper but last night he was just another person. Ezinma was frightened as well and couldn’t sleep all night thinking that her father may wake in the middle of the night and kill us both in our sleep. My poor daughter, hasn’t she been through enough? I keep replaying it over and over again in my head. Okonkwo became furious and I didn’t know what to say to defend myself. The thought of me trying to defend myself against him is like a demon baby trying to protect him from getting killed, no point. When he left and went outside I thought it was all over, until I heard him rambling outside. I was scared to death and didn’t know if I should run or stay. He returned momentarily with his rifle in his hand looking like a hunter ready to kill its prey. All I could think about was my baby Ezinma. “Please don’t let him do anything to my baby” ran through my head like a runaway train. My breather was taken away as he lifted his rifle, immediately aiming it at me. It all happened in slow motion, from him walking in the hut, to him pulling the trigger.  I thought it was the end, the end of my child’s and mine relationship. The thought of her growing up without me was frightening. The last thing I thought was…where is my baby going to end up? The last thing I remember hearing is a loud “BOOM.”

He had missed me and hit the wall.