轻重缓急的意思Contributions缴纳金的故事
作者：派米·阿古达 熊钰颖
亚巴顿来源：《英语世界》2022年第03期
We have been practicing esusu1 for a long time. Our mothers did it， our mothers’ mothers did it. And probably their own mothers， too. We’ve never had a problem of this substance before， nothing so significant until this woman showed up. Nothing we couldn’t fix， anyway.
This is how our system works： each woman has one month to contribute a certain amount of naira2. Our names are on a list， and when that month is over， whoever’s number one takes it all. Then the contributions begin again， and at the end of the cond month， number two collects. The names are always in random order. We go down the list until the last person has collected， then ret. This works for us. We don’t need your banks; we don’t need your loans. We can take care of ourlves.
Things aren’t always smooth. There was the time Iya Ibeji wasted her collection on a trip to Dubai—camel rides and shopping—and then couldn’t make her contribution the next month. We had to ize her frozen-food store’s generator until she came up with the money. We are not wicked people， you must understand， but for this system to work， there has to be order. Another time， Mrs. B had to pay hospital bills for her son’s operation. If we show pity even once， our structure will collap on itlf， so we ized Mrs. B’s daughter. The daughter made meals for us， she carried our bags when we went to the market， relieving us of some burdens; she rubbed our feet and plaited our hair. When Mrs. B raid the money， we nt her daughter back home. We still have fond memories of the girl： her sweet smile， her spicy beef stew， the way she sprang， lightly， from foot to foot as if her bones were made of paper.
Ours is a small group. We must be， for trust， for reliability. Not just anyone will accept our terms of admittance， both lifelong and strict. We take what we can until your obligations are met， and for many， this is too much power， too much risk. We haven’t invited you here， we tell the ones who balk， their necks tilted at beeching3 angles; g
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安全事故心得体会o try your luck at the banks. We’ve worked too hard to allow any stupid leniency4 that could risk nding us back to the gutters. So when the new woman came sniffing at5 our meeting， with her crooked teeth and shuku， we warned her， we asked if she was certain. Yes， she said， she needed an alternative to the banks; yes， she said， she was sure. She was a cousin to one of our brothers’ best friends， so we said okay， even if we were hesitant—our hands fiddling with6 wrappers， our chests tight， we welcomed her.
At first， things went smoothly. Nonn hardly ever shows itlf immediately. She paid her contributions on time; she came to the meetings and drank Fanta and ate chin-chin7 with us. She weighed in on8 decisions like what color to wear to Sisi Oge’s daughter’s wedding （pink or burgundy）， and whether we should collectively stop patronizing Nature’s Way Spa becau the owner elbowed one of us on the way to get communion at church. But by the fourth month—six away from her collection month—she started leaving texts on our phones， begging for more time.
Look， it doesn’t work this way.
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We appraid her life， checking for what we could ize， what we could take from her so she would understand the gravity of this commitment. We found nothing except a husband and an old mother in the village.苹果干的做法
