Little Miracles
Sitting on this couch reminds you of the times that you lived with Nneochie; a grandmother in every sense of word; shrewd, frugal, and a financial advisor cum-equity strategies. You remember you’d pay rapt attention to her plenitude moonlight stories that always end with “Every penny matters; save and invest”, while watching the way she lifts a giant pestle and pounds the mouthwatering African cassava mash. It is Eke day: known as the first market day of the week according to the belief of the Igbo; a Nation in Nigeria. Amid the serenity of that blissful moonlight, you sat leg crossed, enthusiastic, yearning for a folktale, and even though you knew that your sitting posture was against Nneochie’s ethics as you were being yelled at, “Nọdụ ala ka nwanyị”, a cautious of Sit down like a woman. You nodded like a lizard, as you cracked a smile and adjusted your sitting posture, then watched Nneochie sneer at you, but you avoided peeking at her face. But you said...