As she heads straight to the windows followed closely by the other lady to pull back the blinds and open the windows for daylight to stream in.
“Oh God, the terrorist” someone muttered
“You better get your ass off this couch now” Didi whispered close to the occupant of the couch ear.
“But I am never scared of them you know that” She responded
“Sister, this is pushing too far, you need to see their faces” Didi told her quietly.
“Thank God I can’t see their faces” she replied
As if on cue the two women turn from opening the blinds and moved toward the couch from different direct, everyone moved away from the couch creating a passage in the middle like the wall of water in the river Jordan through which the children of Israel travelled to the promised land in the Bible, as the ladies approached.
The two women spoke simultaneously, calling the occupant of the couch name. its original version and a translation in English, One softly and sweetly but the other harsh and loud.
“Darling what is the matter” one of the women asked?
“This is no time for your pranks Olaochi” the other said.
The occupant of the couch did not reply to either of the women but instead change her lying position by lying sideways to face the couch. This infuriated the taller of the identical women and she tries to grab her to turn her around but her sister spoke up.
“Let her be, your rashness will not solve this problem with the child, Dada”
“She is not a child, Kaka and she is my daughter. She cannot have her way every time” Dada spoke up
“And she is my niece, you forget” her twin sister replied. “I helped to raise her.
“Raise her you say, you taught her your stubborn ways Kaka” Dada said.
Stubborn ways? Did I hear you well, this is the case of the pot calling the kettle black” her twin retorted sharply
“Oh boy, this is Armageddon at last. Olaochi! You sure got a war underway this time” Oma said