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Ma Own Don Finish! - A Short Story by Unoma Nguemo Azuah
- By Unoma Nguemo Azuah
- Published June 11, 2005
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Unoma Nguemo Azuah
Unoma Nguemo Azuah is studying for an MFA at Virginia Commonwealth University. She has a BA in English from the University of Nigeria Nsukka, where she edited the departmental journal - THE MUSE, and recieved the best creative writing student award for the years 1993 and 1994. She was also the recipient of the Leonard Trawick Creative Writing Award (of the English Department at Cleveland State University, Ohio where she recently got her MA in English) for the year 2000. In 1998 and 1999 she served as the secretary, Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA Lagos) and the publicity Secretary, Women Writers of Nigeria (WRITA). Some of her stories and poems have been published in some Nigerian and international journals.
View all Entries by Unoma Nguemo Azuah"You mean am?" Ade asked, drawing closer to him.
"I mean am!" Benji replied.
Ade took him aside and they talked in whispers. Suddenly they hurried off. "We dey come!" they called to Gana. "Make we buy kola nut for yonder!"
"I get kola here!" Gana screamed back at them but there was no response.
Mfon was under a cone like tree, making conversation with a stick of wood. At intervals, she laughed loudly. She did not notice Benji and Ade until Benji called out her name: "Mfy-y-y-yy!"
She looked up and coyly covered her face with her dirty palm and said, "I am shy."
"A-a-ah!" Ade exclaimed. "Na mad woman?"
"Wetin do am, na here I dey come almost every day."
"A beg, no vex, give me back ma ten naira!"
"Ade, you dey fear too much, jus look at me, as I go meet am." He walked over to Mfon and caressed her shoulder. She slowly drew away and repeated, "I am shy." Benji smiled and waved at Ade to come over. Ade scratched his head and went over to Mfon. Benji made a quiet exit.
He sat beside here and cautiously wrapped his arms around her. She was still covering her face and peeped at Ade through her spread fingers, then, she abruptly leapt at his neck and screamed, "You look like the creeping monster, a thief in my domain!" Ade gripped her arms and pushed with all the force in him but could not get away. He put his left leg forward and pushed to make her trip but she held on to his neck with a vice-like grip. She threw him over and they rolled like enraged dogs in fight, dust swirled around them. Grasses bent under their trampling feet as Mfon pulled him up again. Sweat broke out on his face and armpits.
"Abeg!" he begged Mfon, his eyes wide.
"Ha-ha-a-a-a!" she laughed into his face and squeezed harder at his neck. "Beg me the more and I will let you be. You are suddenly dumb. All right, you want me to let you be, mmh? There you go!" She let go of him and he fell like a condemned sack of oranges.
"The monster sleeps like a frog on a log, come little sticks make his bed for him, make his bed for him?!" She was still in this ecstatic mood when Benji came in, a grin on his face.
"Whey my friend?" he asked.
"There! He sleeps," Mfon replied, laughing.
Benji noticed his colleague on the ground and thought he was asleep. He walked over to him and pushed him. When Ade did not budge, he said to him, "Wake up now before I slap you!" He slapped him hard on the cheek but Ade did not show any sign of pain. He stood in stunned silence and swallowed hard. He paced round contemplating. He could not carry the body to Ade's family; he might be implicated. It was better to feign ignorance and let someone discover the body at dawn, but then remembered that Gana was him leave with Ade. He paced more and then said to Mfon, "You must pay for dis, mad woman!" and turned to go but Mfon pounced on him, grabbing his shirt. He freed himself and ran before she could do more harm.
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"You tell Gana?" Yinka asked at the end of the story.
"E-eh, ah tell am, e say im go help me hide am."
"Na wah oh, dis kaine wahala tire me, but why?"
Before he could finish, two heavy knocks sounded on the door. He opened it and his eyes nearly popped as the inspector of police and Gana strode in. Benji stared at Gana, his mouth agape.
"No, be me talk!" Gana said, pointing at the inspector's hand. He needed no proof to know that he had been found out, there in the inspector's hand was his name tag.
"Ma own don finish!" he muttered as the inspector ordered Gana to handcuff him. Then they led him away.
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1 Response to "Ma Own Don Finish! - A Short Story by Unoma Nguemo Azuah" 
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said this on 16 Jun 2005 10:57:47 AM EST
it, in a stroke, indicate women, in whatever state of mind, are not mere sleeping partners or sex machines but have their choice of whom to love.
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