Sometimes, some warnings are better not brought up at all, especially times when one's mind is already made up on what to do. Times when it's just one's desire that one want to fulfil. "She has been pushing me all these while, but today, I'll show her the stuff I am made of". Mena said to herself as she ignored the still small voice whispering to her. Like a lion ready to pounce on its prey, Mena struggled to get loose from Iya Ibeji which made the poor Yoruba woman's lower lip punch by Mena's elbow. Mena attacked Mama Uche, and it was just a matter of time before Mama Uche's runny mouth was filled with sand from the untarred road of the market. Mere looking at the scenerio, one does not need a soothesayer to inform one that Mama Uche was receiving the beating of her life. Mena was sitting right on Mama Uche's back as Mama Uche's face was facing the ground. The ground from which Mena had fed her with enough sand a mould a block, and that was after Mena had fed her with the melon on the floor within her reach.
It all happened so quick. The feeding of melon, the feeding of sand, and even the fight itself. It happened so quick and fast, and before People could pull Mena off Mama Uche, she needed to chew and digest the sand and melon in her mouth before she could start running her mouth again. "You are very lucky. If not for my wrapper...." Mama Uche fumbled again as Mena tried to run towards Mama Uche. But, the guys selling meat in the market had pin her down with greater power. "I go make sure say you pay for my market wey you throwey". Mama Uche promised as she hit her right hand on her chest to show she really meant what she said. After some hours, peace found its way back to the market. Everthing went back to the way the market used to be, except for the little melon, rice and beans on the floor. And also, except for Mena who seems not to believe what had happened. The whole scenerio kept playing in her mind, it she find it difficult to believe she was the very one who had displayed such attitude. She regretted everything that had happened. In the middle of her thought, Mena coukd not understand what was happening to her. Her eyes were turning, and before she could get herself, she had fallen on the floor like a bag of rice to be cooked. And then, peace was out of the market again...
Sometimes, some fights are not concluded at the market place where they are fought. These fights go beyond the market place. Is Mena dead just like that? What could be responsible for her falling like a bag of rice? Hmmmmmm....just as these questions fill your mind, they fill mine too. But, you are very sure you'll get answers to your question tomorrow. So, see you tomorrow. If you would like to always receive Daily Diet on your phone via Whatsapp or you have a friend you'll want us to add his/her name to our broadcast list, kindly send a message to +2348072970850. Also, read up all my past articles on my blog @ www.tyobstacle.blogspot.com
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