“No, I disagree, that land belongs to my family.”
“Mba”, Mazi Ogbonna countered. “My family won it during the war of ’76. It’s my legacy.”
They went at it again for some minutes before resigning to silence.
“You know, Ikenna, we’ve been friends for ages, there must be a way to resolve this issue.”
“But how, Ogbonna?”
“You know my daughter Nkechi has blossomed into a beautiful lady ripe for marriage.”
A smile broke across Mazi Ikenna’s face. “True and my son Kachi has a thing for her.”
“My inlaw”, they both chorused as they raised their gourds of palmwine.