TEENA'S GISTS

"Kosarachi!" "Yes mama" "Bring out the remaining rice, onions, salt and maggi". Rice? Salt? For what mama? I asked. "Nwatakiri a. Biko, biko. Don't put me into trouble because of your questions o. Go and bring what I asked and every other remaining food stuff so I will distribute them to your aunties and uncles", mama shouted whilst looking round to make sure no one had overheard what I said. Like the obedient girl I was, I went into our make-shift store and brought out the sack containing every unused foodstuff from Papa's burial. Papa had suddenly died about a month ago. Almost every expense during the course of his burial were undertaken by mama. I remember she had to borrow money from some of her colleagues at work and even from Papa Oge, our rude care-taker inorder to buy most of the items she brought all the way from the far city to the village for Papa's burial. None of the aunties and uncles mama was asking me to brin