Ifeoma dragged herself into her father's house ignoring the middle aged gate man who was trying so hard to get her attention.
It was already half past six and the sun had already set. She walked into the bright living room dragging her feet like a walking dead.
Chief Ogbonna and his wife turned their attention on their daughter who had just walked into their house in the same attire she left in that afternoon looking disheveled.
"Ifeoma, didn't you just leave here this afternoon? Did you forget something?" Her father questioned her.
"Daddy, can you not question me this evening, please? I'm tired."
"How dare you answer my question with another question? Is that how you were raised?" Chief Ogbonna snapped her his daughter and as if he had just flogged her, she bursted into tears.
Mrs Ogbonna stood up immediately to tend to her child. "What happened dear? Talk to us." She soothed as she helped Ifeoma sit on one of the cushions.