Editor’s Note: This book kiosk is happy to host the intercontinental online book tour of The Domestication of Munachi. The author, Ifesinachi Okoli-Okpagu, is going round, doing readings and sharing snippets of the her book. If you want to hear her voice, you can listen to her as she reads on the Sound Cloud link below. It gives a rich experience, makes you feel close to her, just like a normal book tour. And here is the fun part, after reading (and/or listening) to Ifesinachi, she has a gift to give a few of us. How do you get it? Well, it is simple. Just leave a comment below: Welcome her to these neck of the woods, share your sentiments on her book, tell us what your expectations are…Whatever your thoughts are, all of them are completely valid and welcome. Her people go through your comments and handpick guys who shall get free copies of The Domestication of Munachi.
So do you feel like a free book?
But first, ladies and gentlemen, let’s say Hello to Ifesinachi.
Hi, my name is Ifesinachi. Thank you so much for the opportunity to read from my book, The Domestication of Munachi, and just before I start reading, I will let you in on a little secret. I have about seven or eight parts of this reading spread across the internet on various book tours and if you go round and search for them, you can catch about half the book.
Okay, that is just me trying to kid around. So delving into the book, I will be reading from page 59; here we go:
“Eliza, come back here,” Oriaku shouted causing heads to turn. Every motion stilled as the women recognised their President bearing down on Mama Adanna with two hefty policemen behind her.
Oriaku pointed. “She’s the one. Thief. Onye asi. Liar.”
As the policemen approached, Mama Adanna felt panic race through her. At her age and with her size, there was no way she could outrun these two. She looked around for help, but saw that the women seemed to have disappeared into the shadows. She could see them all but could not spot a face.
“Oriaku, what happened? What is it?” Mama Adanna asked, feigning innocence.
“You think we will not find out, eh kwa?” Oriaku adjusted the wrapper on her waist and turned to the women with outstretched hands.
“See this woman oh. After collecting millions” – the women gasped when they heard ‘millions’- “to organise their lives and plan a decent wedding for our children, these people licked the money finish.” She swiped her mouth with a curved hand and continued, “and told their child to run away and disgrace my family. Then she had the guts to lie to my face. Me, Patience Odiegwu.”
She beat her chest several times, her eyes vicious. “You think I will not find out? My God has saved me from shame. Kidnappers, eh kwa? Which kidnapper will hold somebody and refuse to talk for a week.”
She held up a hand and shook her head. “Don’t tell me another lie, my friend. Don’t tell me that. I received the news first-hand from son, the same one your daughter disgraced and sent back to South Africa in shame.”
Another gasp rippled through the crowd. The policemen stood beside Mama Adanna waiting for her orders.
“Onye oshi. Thief, that’s who you people are,” she said, breathing hard.
Her voice rang out through the church hall and Mama Adanna was afraid that it would filter through the windows and outsiders would hear it. She wished she could bury her face in the ground.
“That your good-for-nothing daughter that I warned Obiora not to marry. You see now?” she looked around and hastily received nods of agreement. “Beauty is not physical. It is character, I told him. Look for a girl whose eyes are on the ground, but he was looking for the one who could stare into people’s eyes. You see it?”
Mrs Maduka stepped forward. “Oriaku, this is not how to do things. Not in the house of God.”
“Chinyere, hold it there. Did I ask you?” Oriaku attacked her Vice President.
“Were you there when I took money to their house to marry their daughter?”
“Were you there when she opened her buccal cavity and lied to me that her daughter was kidnapped?”
“Then shut up and get out.”
Mrs Maduka quietly stepped back.
“Are you people still waiting?” She shouted at the policemen who stood indecisive. “Carry her and go and hold her in that your station until she vomits the money that she owes my family.”
Mama Adanna did not struggle. Their rough hands seized her arms and she felt just a pinch of pain. She could bear the pain; what she could not stand was the look of pity the women threw her way. She bowed her head in resignation and against her Christian beliefs, she cursed the day her womb spilled Munachi into the world.
Thank you much for listening, I have come to the end of this particular reading. I do hope that you visit theMagunga Bookstore and get the book, The Domestication of Munachi. You can also follow me on my tour. My next stop from here will be Brittle Paper (Nigeria), BooksLive SA, and Praxis Magazine For Arts and Literature.
From me, Ifesinachi Okoli-Okpagu, I say asante sana.