1. A Tale of Amara II


    Date: 7/15/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: castiel kane, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    A TALE OF AMARA II A chilly January wind swept across the hills and valleys of Udi, Enugu state that Saturday morning as Chief Tobias Utaba was laid to rest. Local fireworks exploded in the air, deafening and destructive. The townsfolk of Umu-Okwe (this place is supposed to be fictional) were saddened by the loss of one of the few wealthy sons of their hometown who had the interest of his people at heart. Family and friends cried or laughed depending on how they were affected by his death, while they processed bearing gifts to present to the family of the deceased. Their grim faces where a reflection of the loss in their hearts and if that didn’t work, their bald heads and black garbs did. Sitting in a quiet corner of the tarp tent erected for the funeral service, Amara looked as disinterested in the entire affair as cat presented with a bowl of salad. The pomp and pageantry entailed in the funeral of an Igbo chieftain was unduly long, and in Amara’s opinion, pointless. Five cows and fifteen goats were slain just to entertain their guests most of whom brought their own refreshment along. What a wasteful culture. As the youngest child and the closest to her father, Amara was required to cater to her father’s friends and ensure their needs were well met. A chore Amara hastily passed on to her younger cousins whose lives were touched greatly and positively by the departed chieftain. Now she was bored and content sit quietly and do next to nothing while her siblings ran from ...
    post to wall to meet the demands of the guests. Her mother was seated somewhere, she didn’t really bother herself with the details of her whereabouts or her well-being. She had been a terrible mother and so Amara tried as much as she could to be as good a daughter to her. Amara perused her phone catching up on her emails and messages, her job as a computer analyst for the multi-nationals ROOM‘8’CONCEPTS was not going to go on a break just because her father was dead. They did not pay her as much as they did to keep their clients waiting. She could feel her sisters glaring at her, putting her phone aside, she sees her Kene’s wife, Sandra, giving her the evil eye as well. She learned to give way too little concern to her sisters and the machinations of their little minds. She looked across the massive compound that held the guests to her mother who sat timidly amidst her family members. She looked small and defeated. Amara found herself wishing like she had continually for the past five years that her mother had died shortly after her birth; or that she had remarried and left the country with her sisters. She wished her sisters would just leave her in peace and that her brother had still married the incredibly cool Kosi. Most of all, she wished she had remained in the dark, that her sisters and mother had not opened her eyes to the evil of men. “Ignorance is bliss”, they said, and this is how Amara came to believe those words. Five years ago. A 21 year old Amara is staring at her ...
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