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.
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