Previously,
Susan
We speak of a girl, a girl whose fire is quenched.
We speak of a girl, a girl whose excitement has been drenched.
We speak of a girl, a girl named Susan Amadi.
We speak of a girl, a girl who’s just slightly more than her body.
She has a pretty face,
She walks with quiet grace.
She lacks much of character,
She acts like nothing impacts her.
Underneath the cold and stillness,
A fire is groomed for one to witness.
Well, now that significant interest has been raised on Ekene Ajordi, I shall switch over to another of my magnificent ten children. One whom, at a premature age of 9, had committed the greatest atrocity known to man, murder. Susan, due to unfortunate but slightly comical events had been led to take the life of her own brother.
Ha, cruel world this is. Her very own blood brother. Lil bro. Aburo as the Yoruba would say. Tragic.
I wonder if any human would have acted differently, but then again I doubt many people have been put in the same situation as poor Susan. It was a series of unfortunate events and it went thus.
Almost double digits Susan, playing chef just like her mother.
Almost double digits Susan, flaying the knife vigorously without a bother.
Almost double digits Susan, be it sweat or pure carelessness,
And let the knife slip slip slip away.
Almost double digits Susan, be it fear or reflex,
Watched the knife soar fiercely without her vex.
Being just slightly above five and wandering the house like he owned the place, James was terribly surprised to find his right eye shut close by the presence of a metallic object within it. The pain took a few moments to move into focus, but as it moved through his veins, little James found it insanely difficult to not scream and thrash around in a manner eerily similar to a catfish fresh out of water. With his immense pain coupled with the screams of his sister, sheer confusion helped James discover the right way to hit a wall that would result in the knife being lodged deeply in his skull. Funnily enough, single mum Susan senior, slept peacefully in the room above while her only son died slowly and her only daughter wept herself to near insanity.
Susan was never quite the same after that. She wasn’t quite human anymore. She seemed to have entered within herself then and only seemed to come out and be as close to human as she could achieve when she was with a certain someone. One person she related with infinitely, ever since the first time they met at little James burial. Be it because her innate self recognised a sort of resemblance between him and her dead brother, or be it because simple conversation with him was what she seemed to live for, almost double digits Susan seemed to have fallen in love at the tender age of 9. She fell in love with none other than her neighbour, Ajordi. Ekene Ajordi.
Susan and Ekene were both invited at the ages 11 and 12 respectively.
I can assure you that had they not been so intertwined, neither Susan nor Ekene shall have made my game. Love truly is the open road.
