Ihuoma Okorie's Blog

                                                                                                 Image Source:  www.peratree.com Ejiofor is my mother’s cousin or my cousin, in the way that all my relatives that I never hear about are my ‘cousins’. But the details of our relationship were left unquestioned under the weight of the story he came with on that morning in August. It was a few days to the New Yam Festival, the memory is clear in my mind. One of those mornings that arouse emotions so strong that they stay with you forever. It was the sound of Ejiofor’s power bike that jolted me up from sleep that morning and when my mother said ‘come and meet your cousin Ejiofor’, all I could see was his dazzling silver suit which I was sure was sewn by the best of tailors in Onitsha or Aba and all I could hear when he responding to my greeting were the layers of emotions in his voice. That morning, Ejiofor told his story with the fervour of a man that had received life’s blows wi