Storms

“Mmasi. We’ve reached. Before you leave, let’s go greet my nne. Maybe, we could escort you home.”

“Sure”

Smiling, I followed her in to greet Chinwe, maybe, her sun would rub off on me a bit, maybe, reassure me. The smell of Egusi being cooked on fire filled her compound. She always did love to cook up a storm, and that’s what I knew her for, cooking. Whilst I abhorred it, she loved it, and I never understood why. But at that moment, it warmed me, chasing away the cold, bringing my feet down to earth.

“Nne!! We’re back!!!”

then, I heard Chinwe's voice,

“Nene, you have some nerve. You’re actually announcing your arrival.”

To that, Nene smiled sheepishly,

“Either way, Mmasi needs to leave, she just wanted to greet you first.”

To that, she came out of the kitchen, and looking at me, walked up to me and hugged me. For a long time, I concentrated on the warmth she gave, and for some reason, she knew I needed it. Letting me go, she led me into the kitchen.