Ghost General
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THE HOUSE WITH BROKEN CLOCKS ⌚ {CONTINUATION FROM THE LAST EPISODE •••} Wondering who the woman in the photos is and her backstory?? Here's it..A house full of broken clocks deserves real names, not just shadows. Her name was Mama Efe. Efe means “wealth” in Bini, and she lived up to it. Not with money. With warmth. In the photos she’s always mid-laugh, head thrown back. That was her. She taught mathematics at Edo College, but every kid on Akpakpava Road called her “Mama.” She’d send them home with puff-puff and advice, even if they just came to borrow a pencil. *The man with the bicycle was Pa Osaze.* Her husband. “God has chosen” was what Osaze meant. He fixed anything. Bicycles, fans, hearts. He built that house with his own hands in 1972, one brick at a time after his teaching shift. He installed every clock. Said a house should always know what time it is, even when people forget. *The kids were Aisha and Nosakhare.* Aisha, 9, missing two front teeth in every photo because she was always smiling. She wanted to be a pilot. Nosakhare, 6, “God is with me.” He collected clock gears. Had a box full of them under his bed. That tiny watch on the table? His. He’d taken it apart and put it back together wrong, so it only told time when it felt like it. The fire happened on a Sunday evening, 4:30pm, March 12, 1994. NEPA took light. Pa Osaze lit a lantern to fix the kitchen stove. One spark, dry Harmattan air, and the curtains went. But here’s what the clocks were really holding: At 4 :29, Mama Efe was calling everyone for dinner. Jollof and plantain. At 4 :30, Pa Osaze was saying “Tie your shoes, Nosa, before you run.” At 4 :31, there was nothing left to record. So the clocks broke themselves to save 4 :29. The last ordinary, safe moment. The one where the family was still whole. That’s why the house whispered “Don’t be afraid of time, my love.” That was Mama Efe’s line. She used to say it when Aisha cried over failed tests. When Pa Osaze’s bicycle shop had no customers. When the lights went out. She was teaching time that even when it stops, it doesn’t end. Now the tiny watch on your wrist isn’t just Nosa’s broken gear-box. It’s Mama Efe, Pa Osaze, Aisha, and Nosa. All of them, ticking in their own messy way. TO BE CONTINUED•••
