During the great warrior, Ezeudu's funeral, the most feared egwugwu showed up to of speak Ezeudu's great life. After it left, everyone that attended including I, started to dance in the cruel heat. I danced with a nice looking young lady who I didn't know. And when I was about to ask for her name, I heard a bang and a loud cry. I turned to the direction of noise and saw a young man lying in a puddle of blood, and ironically it was Ezeudu's sixteen year old son. It was ironic because, on the day of Ezeudu's funeral, his own son had perished as ....