The Mannequin

I’ve never seen one before, except in the movies. So, yesterday evening, when my best friend, Martha, confessed to being a witch, I was confused because she really doesn’t look as scary as the ones that fly across the flat screen T.V aunty Uduak sent us from Uyo, last month. I tried to point this out to my mother but she wouldn’t listen, “you’re only seven years old, Idara; you’ll understand when you get older,” she had told me.

Perhaps this was all my fault. I should have listened to Martha yesterday afternoon,

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