Chapter 1: When Kasala Burst
When I reach my uncle place for family gathering, everywhere just dey bubble. E be like our usual family wahala—everybody gather, pot of jollof dey for kitchen. Aunties dey fry plantain, uncles dey gist for veranda, and generator dey hum for backyard. Children dey run around compound, but na inside parlour the real gbege dey cook. The kind way my big cousin just carry my papa into that gambling, you go know say kasala fit burst at any time.
Before we even finish chop, my papa don lose all our family savings—eight million naira. At the end, he even kneel down for my cousin and beg am.
You fit smell the pepper soup still dey for table, untouched, but the whole mood don change. My papa, a man wey dey always boast for church about discipline, kneel down for big cousin like say na pastor dey pray for am. My chest squeeze as I see am like that.
My cousin just slap three red notes for my papa face and hiss, "Uncle, since you be elder, take this for your transport go house."
He do am with the kind disrespect wey go make person mama curse for him mind. Mama Nkechi hiss, whisper, "God punish disrespect." Everybody look away, but shame full everywhere like heat for dry season.
As I see my papa dey disgrace like that, I just bone face look my big cousin. "Big cousin, abeg let me play with you small."
My teeth bite my tongue, but my mind dey hot. How my own papa go suffer like this before everybody? I just dey reason am—if na for village, elders go summon family meeting for this kain insult. I remember last year for Umuahia, when cousin Chidi try this kain show—elders flog am with broom.