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At last Ezinma was born, and although ailing she seemed determined to live. At first Ekwefi accepted her, as she had accepted others—with listless resignation. But when she lived on to her fourth, fifth and sixth years, love returned once more to her mother, and, with love, anxiety. She determined to nurse her child to health, and she put all her being into it. She was rewarded by occasional spells of health during which Ezinma bubbled with energy like fresh palm-wine. At such times she seemed beyond danger. But all of a sudden she would go down again. Everybody knew she was an ogbanje . These sudden bouts of sickness and health were typical of her kind. But she had lived so long that perhaps she had decided to stay. Some of them did become tired of their evil rounds of birth and death, or took pity on their mothers, and stayed. Ekwefi believed deep inside her that Ezinma had come to stay. She believed because it was that faith alone that gave her own life any kind of meaning. And this faith had been strengthened when a year or so ago a medicine man had dug up Ezinma's iyi-uwa . Everyone knew then that she would live because her bond with the world of ocjbanje had been broken. Ekwefi was reassured. But such was her anxiety for her daughter that she could not rid herself completely of her fear. And although she believed that the iyi-uwa which had been dug up was genuine, she could not ignore the fact that some really evil children sometimes misled people into digging up a specious one.
But Ezinma's iyi-uwa had looked real enough. It was a smooth pebble wrapped in a dirty rag. The man who dug it up was the same Okagbue who was famous in all the clan for his knowledge in these matters. Ezinma had not wanted to cooperate with him at first. But that was only to be expected. No ogbanje would yield her secrets easily, and most of them never did because they died too young—before they could be asked questions.
"Where did you bury your iyi-uwa ?" Okagbue had asked Ezinma. She was nine then and was just recovering from a serious illness.
"What is iyi-uwa ?" she asked in return.
"You know what it is. You buried it in the ground somewhere so that you can die and return again to torment your mother."
Ezinma looked at her mother, whose eyes, sad and pleading, were fixed on her.
"Answer the question at once," roared Okonkwo, who stood beside her. All the family were there and some of the neighbors too.
"Leave her to me," the medicine man told Okonkwo in a cool, confident voice. He turned again to Ezinma. "Where did you bury your iyi-uwa ?"
"Where they bury children," she replied, and the quiet spectators murmured to themselves.
"Come along then and show me the spot," said the medicine man.
The crowd set out with Ezinma leading the way and Okagbue following closely behind her. Okonkwo came next and Ekwefi followed him. When she came to the main road, Ezinma turned left as if she was going to the stream.
"But you said it was where they bury children?" asked the medicine man.
"No," said Ezinma, whose feeling of importance was manifest in her sprightly walk. She sometimes broke into a run and stopped again suddenly. The crowd followed her silently. Women and children returning from the stream with pots of water on their heads wondered what was happening until they saw Okagbue and guessed that it must be something to do with ocjbanje . And they all knew Ekwefi and her daughter very well.
When she got to the big udala tree Ezinma turned left into the bush, and the crowd followed her. Because of her size she made her way through trees and creepers more quickly than her followers. The bush was alive with the tread of feet on dry leaves and sticks and the moving aside of tree branches. Ezinma went deeper and deeper and the crowd went with her. Then she suddenly turne
d round and began to walk back to the road. Everybody stood to let her pass and then filed after her.
"If you bring us all this way for nothing I shall beat sense into you," Okonkwo threatened.
"1 have told you to let her alone. 1 know how to deal with ] them," said Okagbue.
Ezinma led the way back to the road, looked left and right and turned right. And so they arrived home again.
"Where did you bury your iyi-uwa ?" asked Okagbue when Ezinma finally stopped outside her father's obi . Okagbue's voice was unchanged. It was quiet and confident.
"It is near that orange tree," Ezinma said.
"And why did you not say so, you wicked daughter of Akalogoli?" Okonkwo swore furiously. The medicine man ignored him.
"Come and show me the exact spot," he said quietly to Ezinma.
"It is here," she said when they got to the tree.
"Point at the spot with your finger," said Okagbue.
"It is here," said Ezinma touching the ground with her finger. Okonkwo stood by, rumbling like thunder in the rainy season.
"Bring me a hoe," said Okagbue.
'When Ekwefi brought the hoe, he had already put aside his goatskin bag and his big cloth and was in his underwear, a long and thin strip of cloth wound round the waist like a belt and then passed between the legs to be fastened to the belt behind. He immediately set to work digging a pit where Ezinma had indicated. The neighbors sat around watching the pit becoming deeper and deeper. The dark top soil soon gave way to the bright red earth with which women scrubbed the floors and walls of huts. Okagbue worked tirelessly and in silence, his back shining with perspiration. Okonkwo stood by the pit. He asked Okagbue to come up and rest while he took a hand. But Okagbue said he was not tired yet.
Ekwefi went into her hut to cook yams. Her husband had brought out more yams than usual because the medicine man had to be fed. Ezinma went with her and helped in preparing the vegetables.
"There is too much green vegetable," she said.
"Don't you see the pot is full of yams?" Ekwefi asked. "And you know how leaves become smaller after cooking."
