EXILE - Chapter Forty-six

The hoarse voice of a troubled mind came out from nowhere, startling Okwudili. A simple answer was all it demanded.

"Who is lying?"

Okwudili shifted from one side of the bamboo bed to another as he wondered who had spoken to him. The room was empty except for him and his dark, lifeless shadow that was cast on the wall by the palm oil lamp that was almost dead. He grabbed the lamp and walked towards the window to see who had dared to come into his compound at midnight. He saw nothing. He staggered back to his bed, trying to assure himself that it was just his own thoughts deceiving him.

"If you don't tell me who is lying at this moment, I will make sure that you are beaten properly."

Okwudili got up from his bed again. He was alert. He could ignore a man playing around with his pride anywhere in the village but he couldn't manage a man who would come to his own compound to threaten him with words. He