Sealed Graves III

The saga continues...lol!! ( I had to sound like those Nigerian movie annnouncers!!)
Thanks for the comments guys, critiques, and feedback are thoroughly appreciated..so critique away..be it sentence structure, tense, anything... For new readers, the first two installments are below and this is me working on my literary talents. Enjoy!!!!

SEALED GRAVES ©
We had concluded the customary two-week burial rites for Papa, Mama Nkiru had sewn me a black dress for Papa’s funeral and when Mama tried to pay her for it, she shook her head firmly and raised her hand in decline. So Mama nodded her head in understanding knowing it was Mama Nkiru’s own way of showing her sympathy. Three months after they had sealed Papa away, Mama and I collected our mourning garbs and stowed them in a suitcase, then Mama liberally distributed camphor balls in the suitcase before zipping it shut. I left Mama’s room as she hoisted the suitcase atop a stack of more suitcases squeezed into a tight corner of the room; the rains were here and it had been raining all day. I couldn’t wait till evening when the rain subsided and dusk was ushered in by the cool zephyr that was the certain aftermath of the seemingly endless rain. I anticipated turning on the kitchen lights and watching as winged termites descended in a swarm on the electric bulbs.
Ralu had taught me how to catch them last year; he had put his hand over mine as I nervously grasped the wings of a termite with my thumb and forefinger and promptly drowned it in a bowl of water. That night our bowls had been brimming with termites dancing in water, we had sat together in companionable silence as we tore the wings off their soft bodies and when we were done we handed them to Aunty Ezinne who fried them till they were a crunchy golden brown. She gave them back to us wrapped in newspaper, oil seeping through the thin sheets. Ralu had popped one in his mouth immediately the newspaper touched his palm and as he swallowed he made a low guttural sound that Aunty Ezinne nodded to and replied “You are welcome”. He then smiled at me encouragingly, urging me to try one as the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. I ended up not trying one but eating the whole of my share and half of Ralu’s. I liked the rich, curious taste of the insects and the characteristic tang the groundnut oil it was fried in gave it.