The telltale sounds of owambe filled the evening sky.
The music sounded suspiciously close to home. But it could not be coming from their compound, there was no occasion planned. He and Father spoke earlier in the day, the conversation had been about venturing into new frontiers and expanding the family business.
The unmistakable smell of Asun wafted on the wind and gently caressed his nostril. It was fleeting, there one moment, gone the next. But it was enough to make him salivate.
How he missed those treats. He could not remember the last time, he even took time off, not to talk of feting himself. These days, it was work, work and more work. Ever since his brother nearly ruined everything, he'd been doing everything possible to keep things from falling apart.
The thought of his sibling wiped out the smile and notions of delicacies. He wished him well. At least Father was not so worried anymore.
When he turned the into the street, he saw one of the boys in the neighbourhood and asked what was happening? Who was throwing the party?
"Your dad?"
"My what?"
"Uh huh."
"I don't understand, did something happen?"
"Your brother has returned."
The news shocked him into immobility.
How could a reception be thrown for the very person who was responsible for the present state of the company? The one who'd liquidated fifty percent equity and disappeared with it.
And he, the faithful was, he'd never even had chicken allowance approved by either Father or the board!
How dare they?!
Well, if it was a message, he got it.
He turned away.
His father's call caused him to stop. Someone must have told him his older son turned back at the gate.
He pleaded with him:
"All I have is yours, and at your disposal. But it was fitting to celebrate and rejoice, for this brother of yours was as good as dead but is now alive. He was lost but has been found.”
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