Igba Nkwu
One eyebrow looked slightly higher than the other. You really had to peek closely to notice it, but no one was going to do that. Not if I could help it anyway. Nneka had been on my makeup for nearly two hours and our guests were slowly trickling in. Anyone else would have gotten a memorable scolding from me, but not Nneka. She was doing the job for free. "You know I am your friend. Remember me when you go to obodo oyibo o! " she had said just before she picked the brush. To show how serious she was, she did not touch my face until I said I would never forget her after leaving the country. It seemed like a fair deal, whether I kept my end of the bargain or not. "Nne, are you not done?" my mother asked her impatiently. Nneka was part of the family too and my mother took her like a daughter. "Ola's husband's people are here already and you know that ndi obodo oyibo adighi egbu oge ." White people do not waste time . "Mummy, I just n