Osaze osifo biography of abraham

Even if the sun was scorching the ground underneath their feet, they would not have felt it. All the people standing alfresco in front of Chief Ehiagwina's compound were already burning, red-hot, with anger. The compound was unfenced, putting the fullness of Osaze's family’s drama in full-view of every passerby.   

The entrance to the house was duly decorated with elegantly-trimmed hedges. The house—an old bungalow—had lost most of its hue. There was a long bench and two plastic chairs in the verandah. A yellow thin-looking dog sat under the bench, staring at the familiar faces. The compound had just been swept by Gladys, Chief Ehiagwina's youngest child, and the long broom specifically used for the task was leaning against the house. The breeze, like the timid children present, was careful to pass the compound quietly.     

Only Chief Ehiagwina maintained equanimity. He stood in a manner that implied wisdo