“ND this your grandfather was a mega big boy see mansion?” Odibo exclaimed,they both stood in awe staring at his ancestor’s family house, he remembered as a kid all the grown ups would pull their ears
“never go beyond the bush path to that house, it is haunted?” They would say, and being kids they never even ventured near here, but staring at the master piece he was not surprised.
The house was one of the biggest and oldest houses in the village, it was made of clear strong mud , with large carvings of snakes all over the place, at the center of the compound was a dried up well with lion markings carved all round the walls of the well, the house was surprisingly neat for somewhere that had not been touched for years, it was as if the grass and weeds themselves were scared to grow in this compound.
A statue of a woman holding an egg stood at the far corner of the house and just before the main entrance stood the statue of a man holding a bow and arrow, Nnamdi stared angrily at the statue this should be the man, the man who brought down the wrath of the gods on an entire generation, whose act had caused countless lives to be lost,
“you are staring at that statue as if you want to destroy it?’ Odibo whispered.
“I hate him, he ..” Nnamdi stammered with uncontrolled anger,
“I know, you told me what he did., lets go in and get this over with.” Odibo continued tapping him on the shoulder.
He had carefully left out the part of Odibo’s grandfather when narrating the old man’s story to his friend, he had been thinking of how to broach that subject and decided the time had not yet come.