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MUSTARD III – Ch. 4 | KT OLLA

IN the meantime Abraham Dekomi had grown into a full youth. But while he grew, his limbs grew worse.

He couldn’t walk nor carry himself. He was rheumatic.

Now his father had got him a young man to back him. And take him everywhere he liked.

Then one day – it was in his late teens... the man took him to a girl he liked. Far on the countryside.

That girl was fair and fierce, fine and so light-skinned that she turned heads.

It seemed she wasn’t made for city, nah. Or else hearts could burst.

But then again, this man caught her.

Yes, Abraham fell heads over heels with the village girl, took her home and told parents he’d found a girl.

But it was his mother who arranged it from start. Yet the young suitor flaunted her.

He called her name Bepo – fondly from Apọnbeporẹ, or ‘Fair as the Red Oil.’ So his parents called her that.

Morrow was quite pleased that his son liked a woman, and that she loved him just as much. So he gave his consent.

But Dekomi had been away for long, staying more on their farm near the girl’s village.

So, he’d gone back there after, to date Bepo. And just dated with no end in sight.

Yes, the fledging youth simply plunged in the wild, but only to perk on petals. He wasn’t bringing love home.

And he’d had gone on without a home, if Maria hadn’t called him home.

So, Oki called her oldest child and served him a word. She talked a free bird back to responsibility. Pulled him by ear and talked sense.

With this the youngster picked up. He arranged a meeting between Bepo’s family and his. And their wedding day, too.

Yes, the beautiful day came, with the couple sitting amid a town.

It was big deal and something to talk through years. That Dekomi’s bride was beautiful.

Now at nightfall, Morrow’s household threw a small custom party to welcome the bride.

They called the houses of Oji and Daleka, brothers to Morrow. So their women and children sang, danced and drummed things.

They celebrated the first spouse taken in Morrow’s household.

So, they did fun things – custom as it was. They poured water on the bride’s feet as she stepped in the house.

It was the wedding of Bepo and Abraham Morrow.

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