VESSEL

  The holiday swiftly faded, and the dawn of a new school session settled upon the students. Bags were dusted, boxes aired out, and provisions bought from bustling markets in preparation for resumption. She sat across from her two beautiful daughters, who looked almost unbothered by what she was about to say. Just as she parted her lips to begin, Mama Rufus stepped onto the balcony, dusting her blue slippers. “My sister, I am so sorry. I had some errands to run. We can proceed.” Their resemblance was striking, like cold and fire, calm and flame. Mama Yola gave her sister a firm look and adjusted her wrapper.  “I am happy that you both are…” she paused, glancing at the two girls seated opposite each other, “…at the very least, cordial. And you will be heading back to school together. Do not forget your teachings and your prayers. God is always with you and for you. Please, be safe.” A chorused response rose and gently died down. Mama Rufus offered a prayer for them and bade the...