Whispers In The Bush Episode 10.

The baby’s burial was a quiet and somber affair. A few family members and close neighbors gathered to offer their condolences, but the grief was overwhelming for Chisom and her mother. Chisom stood by the small grave, her hands trembling as she held a handful of sand. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, “I’m sorry, my baby. I couldn’t protect you.” She dropped the sand onto the grave, her heart breaking all over again.

Mama Chisom stood by her daughter, her face hard with determination. She was not only mourning her grandchild; she was furious at the injustice that had led to this moment. She had already made up her mind, Emeka would not get away with what he had done, and she would do everything in her power to protect Chisom from him.

After the burial, as the visitors left and the evening grew quiet, Mama Chisom sat down with Chisom. “My daughter,” she said, her voice firm but kind, “you have suffered enough. From now on, no one will hurt you again. I will make sure of that.”

Chisom nodded silently, her tears falling freely. She wanted to believe her mother’s words, but the pain in her heart made it hard to feel anything but sorrow.

The next morning, Mama Chisom rose early. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her head, adjusted her wrapper, and grabbed her walking stick. Her face was set in a look of determination. “Today, I will deal with that boy and his family,” she muttered under her breath.

“Where are you going, Mama?” Chisom asked weakly from her bed, still exhausted from the previous day.

“Stay here and rest,” Mama Chisom replied. “I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

Without another word, she left the house and marched straight to Emeka’s compound. The villagers who saw her on the way could tell she was on a mission. Her steps were quick and purposeful, and her eyes blazed with anger.

When she arrived at Emeka’s house, she didn’t bother to knock. She pushed the wooden gate open and stepped into the compound. Mama Emeka, who was sitting outside looked up in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice sharp.

“I came to warn your son,” Mama Chisom said, her voice cold. “Where is he?”

Mama Emeka stood up, adjusting her wrapper. “Why are you looking for my son? Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?”

“Trouble?” Mama Chisom snapped, stepping closer. “Your son is the reason my grandchild is dead! He is the trouble, not me.”

Mama Emeka’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t come here and insult my family. If your daughter hadn’t been so careless, none of this would have happened.”

That was the final straw for Mama Chisom. She took a step forward, pointing her finger at Mama Emeka. “Careless? You dare to call my daughter careless after everything your son has done? Your son slapped her, and because of him, my grandchild is gone. You should be ashamed!”

Their voices grew louder, drawing the attention of neighbors who began to gather around the compound. “What’s happening?” one woman whispered to another as they watched the confrontation unfold.

Just then, Emeka came out of the house, his face pale when he saw Mama Chisom. He tried to turn back inside, but she spotted him. “You!” she shouted, pointing at him. “Come here!”

Emeka froze, his heart pounding. He had been avoiding Chisom and her family since the incident, but now he had no choice but to face her angry mother.

Slowly, he walked toward her, his head bowed. “Good morning, Mama,” he said quietly, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t you dare call me Mama,” she snapped. “You are not my son, and you never will be. Listen to me carefully, Emeka. From today, you will stay away from my daughter. Do you hear me? At school, at the market, anywhere, you will not go near her.”

Emeka nodded quickly, too afraid to argue. “Yes, ma. I understand,” he said, his voice trembling.

“And if I hear that you have troubled her again,” Mama Chisom continued, her voice rising, “I will not come to warn you. I will come to deal with you and your entire family. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma,” Emeka repeated, his voice barely audible.

Mama Emeka tried to step in. “You can’t just come here and...”

“Be quiet!” Mama Chisom shouted, cutting her off. “If you had raised your son properly, we wouldn’t be here! I’m warning you, too. If you or anyone in your family tries to harm my daughter again, you will regret it.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the compound, her head held high. The neighbors who had gathered watched in awe, some whispering among themselves about her boldness.

“She’s right,” one man said quietly. “Emeka has caused enough pain. It’s time he faced the consequences.”

When Mama Chisom returned home, she found Chisom sitting outside, holding a small piece of cloth that had belonged to her baby. She looked up as her mother approached, her eyes filled with sadness.

“Mama,” she said softly, “did you go to Emeka’s house?”

“Yes,” Mama Chisom replied, sitting down beside her. “I warned him to stay away from you. He won’t bother you again.”

Chisom nodded, her heart heavy. She wanted to believe her mother, but the pain of losing her child still lingered. She knew it would take time to heal, but she also knew she had to be strong, for herself and for her mother.

The days that followed were quiet but tense. At school, Emeka avoided Chisom completely. He stayed on the opposite side of the classroom and didn’t speak to her or even look in her direction. His friends, who had once teased him relentlessly, now kept their distance as well. It was clear that no one wanted to get involved in the mess he had created.

Chisom, on the other hand, tried to focus on her studies. She still felt the stares and whispers from her classmates, but she did her best to ignore them. With the support of her mother and her new friends, Carol and Jane, she slowly began to rebuild her life.

To Be Continued...
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