Even

 

She sat behind the table and tucked her short legs beneath her fufu-sized buttocks. She swiped the mahogany surface of the three-legged table with the back of her hand, clearing the clutter that her brother had collected there- his garage of cars and tanks. He had done same to her well-assembled puzzle earlier in the morning.

She was coming to put her flat doll back together now and she was sure it would be faster this time round.
She had learnt that every piece in her puzzle had an irreplaceable spot, by another irreplaceable piece. She only had to tell which went where, by the colours, patterns and cuts that they had.

She smiled, revealing the gaping hole where her first two baby teeth had fallen from.

 

 

Nana Yaa (c) 2016

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