Novels by Michelle

Obi and Obiefune got along quite well after the incident at the farm, she no longer excused herself at mere sight of him and held longer conversations with the boy much to her dismay. Chioma was the one who now developed a leaking bladder at least Obi strongly thought so, as no other reason seemed plausible enough. She always had something to do whenever they came across her brother in school.Obi's ruined ski

The days flew by till it was almost time for the sisters to finish their exams. The junior west African examination council examinations known by its acronym waec had drained any form of fun activities out of Obi and Chioma's lives. They mostly studied and went through past questions from the previous years.One of the village festivals was coming up popularly known as iri ji, a festival where yam was roasted and eaten by the villagers and other activities were carried out to entertain the villagers like wrestling, acting and drama.

The month went by speedily till it was time for Obi and Chioma to write their entrance exams to senior secondary school. The last three months had been filled with a routine that Obi grew quite accustomed to. The sleepovers at her house increased but it was only Chioma who was allowed to. The incident that happened the night when Obiefune had kissed Obi made her more repulsed by his person and she did her best to steer clear of his path.

The whole compound was almost quiet as a graveyard; only the occasional croaking of frogs distorted the stillness of the night. The hooting of an owl could be made out from afar and though the story that reached the children's ears should have engendered fear instead they all succumbed to the strange twist the old woman had created, as Mma portrayed the spirit to be friendly and compassionate.

The sun had almost been swallowed up by the skies, birds were migrating to their homes after the day's journey. The soft wind that caressed the leaves on the trees especially under the mango tree in the backyard where they sat peeling the cassava tubers often made the work bearable as it made contact with their skins at instances keeping them dry.

The previous week had been quite interesting for Chioma. The events that unfolded in her school and her new friend. The only tick in her hair was her brother and his problem of sticking almost every girl in the village to himself like glue.