Who Fears Death. Ннеди Окорафор

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      “Onyesonwu!” someone called. I jumped and nervously turned around, images of that red eye popping into my head. Luyu laughed as she and Binta slowly walked over to me. For a brief moment, we stared at each other. There was so much in that moment: judgment, fear, uncertainty.

      “Good morning,” I finally said.

      “Good morning,” Binta said, stepping forward to shake and release my hand with a snap between our fingers. “You just back today? We are.”

      “No,” I said. “I came back yesterday.”

      “You look well,” Luyu said, also giving me the friendship handshake.

      “You too,” I said.

      There was an awkward pause. Then Binta said, “Everyone knows.”

      “Eh?” I said too loudly. “Knows? Knows what?”

      “That we’re ana m-bobi,” Luyu said proudly. “And that none of us screamed.”

      “Oh,” I said, relieved. “Where’s Diti?”

      “Hasn’t left bed since that night,” Luyu said with a laugh. “She’s such a weakling.”

      “No, she’s just taking advantage of missing school,” Binta said. “Diti knows she’s too pretty to need school, anyway.”

      “Must be nice,” I grumbled, though I didn’t like missing school.

      “Oh!” Luyu said, her eyes growing wide. “Did you hear about the new student?”

      I shook my head. Luyu and Diti looked at each other and laughed.

      “What?” I said. “Didn’t you two just get back today?”

      “News travels fast,” Diti said.

      “For some of us, at least,” Luyu said, smugly.

      “Just tell me whatever you’re going to tell me,” I said, irritated.

      “His name is Mwita,” Luyu said, excitedly. “He arrived here while we were gone. No one knows where he’s living or if he even has parents. Apparently he’s really smart, but refuses to come to school. Four days ago, he came for one day and scoffed at the teachers, saying he could teach them! Not a great way to make a good first impression.”

      I shrugged. “Why should I care?”

      Luyu smirked and cocked her head and said, “Because I hear he’s Ewu!”

      The rest of that day was a blur. In class, I searched for a face the color of a camel’s hide with freckles like brown pepper, with eyes that weren’t Noah. During midday break, I searched for him in the schoolyard. After school, while walking home with Binta and Luyu, I still looked around. I wanted to tell my mother about him when I got home but I decided not to. Would she really have wanted to know of another result of violence?

      The next day was the same. I couldn’t stop looking for him. Two days later, Diti returned to school. “My mother finally pushed me out of bed,” Diti admitted. She made her voice severe. “‘You aren’t the first to go through this!’ Plus she knew you all were back in school.” Her eyes flicked toward me, then away, and I instantly understood that her parents didn’t like me being in their daughter’s rite group. As if I cared what her parents thought.

      Regardless, it was now definitely the four of us. Any friends Luyu, Binta, and Diti had before were no longer important. I had no friends to drop. Most girls who went through their Eleventh Rite together, though they were “bound,” didn’t remain so afterward. But the change was natural for us. We already had secrets. And those were just the beginning.

      None of us was the “leader,” but Luyu was the one who liked to lead. She was fast and brazen. It turned out that there had been two other boys she’d had intercourse with. “Who is the Ada?” Luyu had spat. “I didn’t have to tell her everything.”

      Binta always had her eyes downcast and spoke little when around others. Her father’s abuse cut deep. But when she was with just us, she talked and smiled plenty. If Binta weren’t born so full of life, I doubt she’d have survived her father’s sickness.

      Diti was the princess, the one who liked to lie around in bed all day while her servants brought her meals. She was plump and pretty and things typically fell right into her lap. When she was around, good things happened. A merchant selling bread would sell it to us at half price because he was in a hurry to get home. Or we’d be walking and a coconut tree would drop a coconut at Diti’s feet. The Goddess Ani loved Diti. To be loved by Ani, what must that be like? I’m yet to know.

      After school, we’d study at the iroko tree. At first, I was nervous about this. I was afraid the red and white creature I’d seen was linked to the iroko tree incident. Sitting under the tree felt like practically inviting the eye to come at me again. In time, as nothing happened, I relaxed a little. Sometimes I even went there alone, just to think.

      I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit.

      It was eleven days after my Eleventh Rite, four days after I returned to school, three days after I realized I was bound to three girls my age, and a day after Diti returned to school that the other thing happened. I was slowly walking home. My wound was throbbing. The deep unprovoked pain seemed to happen twice a day.

      “They’ll still think you’re evil,” someone behind me said.

      “Eh? What?” I said, slowly turning around. I froze.

      It was like looking into a mirror when you’ve never seen your reflection. For the first time, I understood why people stopped, dropped things, and stared when they saw me. He was my skin tone, had my freckles, and his rough golden hair was shaved so close that it looked like a coat of sand. He might have been a little taller, maybe a few years older than me. Where my eyes were gold-brown like a desert cat’s, his were a gray like a coyote’s.

      I instantly knew who he was, though I’d only seen him for a moment when I was in a disheveled state. Contrary to what Luyu told me, he’d been in Jwahir longer than the few days. He was the boy who saw me naked in the iroko tree. He’d told me to jump. It had been raining hard and he’d been holding a basket over his head but I knew it was him.

      “You’re …”

      “So are you,” he said.

      “Yeah. I’ve never … I mean, I’ve heard of others.”

      “I’ve seen others,” he said offhandedly.

      “Where are you from?” we both asked at the same time.

      We both said, “The West.” Then we nodded. All Ewu were from the West.

      “Are you all right?” he asked.

      “Eh?”

      “You’re walking oddly,” he said. I felt my face grow hot. He smiled again and shook his СКАЧАТЬ