He remembered Izu’s disturbances as he stood, watching him leave—how in the morning and in the evening many days a week he would provoke him to jog and to lift weights; how he would show him, Enyinnaya, his well-written essays, inspiring jealousy in Enyinnaya.
Now he was muscular and a good writer. Now, he stood, looking as Izu boarded a bus, having ended their brotherhood.
This time Enyinnaya was the pest, criticising the content of his music everytime. Until Izu flared and after a strong argument, said to him, “Enyinnaya, you are holding me back. E go be.”