STORY TIME : The Life I Didn’t Wish For (Episode 2 & 3)

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Still admiring my ever beautiful mother, looking at her innocent eye, her well toned skin plus her sexy lips. I adore her more because anything she wore fits perfectly. She is just an epitome of beauty.

Inspite of all these qualities coupled with the fact that she is a perfect African wife, humble and respectful, she never argues with dad, yet she doesn’t get what she really deserves. What a cruel world. I just wished she had married a better man.

One day, I walked up to her and I said.

“Mom I want to ask you something”, as usual she smiled at me and said “what is it you need my love?”

” I just want to ask you a question”.

She took a deep breath and said “what question is it?”

I was scared to ask but I summoned courage, I positioned myself on the cushion beside my mother having a sober look.

She asked once more my love hope all is well? I nodded my head to assure her. I looked into her eyes and asked “mom please how did you meet my dad and why did you agree to marry him” ? My mom sighed and said ( “ha.. Omo mi! oro ni okuku fe gbo…

Sugbon asiko oro oti to) it’s the fact you want to know but it’s not yet time to tell you”,She said.

“when it is time I will tell you all you need to know, just make sure you don’t make the mistake I made”.

I was not happy with her response because I was eager to know why she agreed to marry dad knowing he had been married with kids.

Though I was relaxed, I know that one day mother will surely tell me as she doesn’t keep things away from me and she has always been truthful.

Mother had a small shop just in front of the house, the shop is virtually empty, there’s nothing much in it other than different kinds of biscuits and sweets which I and my brother eats every now and then.

The shop is a perfect example of what Yorubas call ( OJA WOROBO) Petty market’. That is where mom gets what she uses for our upkeep. She is shrewed with money. All she cares about is our wellbeing, she would not buy anything that is not needed .

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Mother will not buy any clothe for herself but makes sure we have enough to look good.

I remember a night, there was nothing in the house to eat, she managed to make something, after she finished cooking what we call ‘Concoction rice’ she served me and my brother,

she made sure we were satisfied, she hasn’t eaten yet she gave the remaining rice to my brother so he could be satisfied.

That night, mother did not eat to bed. She just drank water. I asked what she would eat, her answer was “if my children are satisfied, I’m filled’ I felt so bad and I don’t know what to say, I just stood there pitying mom.

She said (LOSUN SHOLAPE) ‘sholape go and sleep’. Tears rolled out of my eyes because of the pain in me, I know mom is hungry yet she gave her food to us. Whatever we lack in fatherly love she would try all she could to give to us.

I never had any fatherly love, I couldn’t tell what the function of a father is or the impact a father should have in the life of a child. I get really jealous and saddened when my friends in school talk about their dad, but I couldn’t say much about my own.

The closeness between my mother and her children was incomparable, we play like friends and talk like sisters. It was one of those nights where we just finished eating except mom.

I asked why she didn’t eat, she said she’s not hungry, instead she said Sholape let me tell you some of the stories from my youthful days.

EPISODE THREE

My mom positioned herself well on the bed, she sat so her back could rest on the wall. She asked me to sit next to her, she took a deep breath and smiled.

“Sholape”, she called out to me in a very low voice sweet and audible enough for me to hear her. I answered with a little smile. She said; “my darling, tonight you will learn about your mother’s past”.

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“As you know that I don’t have both parents anymore, I lost my father at the age of ten. His demise made things change for my mother and I.

We were eating from hand to mouth as all family members abandoned her claiming she knew about her husband’s death. The suffering was much and it didn’t take long before I lost her too. I was exactly 14 years then.

I was in jss 1 which was form 1 in our days. I was very intelligent, I managed to get a scholarship for my secondary school education for coming out as best primary school pupil in my village.

If not for the scholarship I wouldn’t have gone to secondary school. After my mother’s burial I came to live with her younger sister in Lagos.

That was how I became a lagosian. I was enrolled in a public secondary school close to the house and I had to start from form 1 again.

I soon became the best female student in the school . By the time I got to form 3 which is equivalent to ss1 now, I had became matured and turn out to be a damsel that had men lying on my foot .

Students and teachers alike were after me. I focused on my education and won lots of quiz competition for the school. Our mathematics teacher then Mr Wright was very fond of me. Soon he started making sexual advancement towards me”.

Then, she noticed the curiosity on my face . She said “what’s it my daughter?” then I told her I was learning a lot from her story and I am feeling for her.

She smiled. As she was about telling me some of her escapes with the teacher and how she exposed Mr Wright, we heard a knock on the door. “Sholape go and check who is at the door at this odd hours of the night”.

As soon as I opened the door, behold, I was surprised to see it was my dad. I opened the door for him to come in, immediately he came in, I quickly knelt down to greet him. “(Ekale sir) good evening sir”.

“Evening Sholape (IYA E NKO) where is your mother?”

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” She is in her room” I replied. He went straight to mom’s room, not even a spare time to say hi to me and my brother. He didn’t ask how we were doing.

Now in mother’s room I can hear dad’s voice saying Bisola (mother’s name) , where is my food. It was then at that moment I understood why my mother didn’t eat, she was keeping her food for dad. That night I cried and really felt pity for mom.

I wished I could take away all her sufferings. Why all this sacrifice when the man is not even bothered nor does he care whether or not she has eaten. I was in my thoughts when I slept off.

I woke up early the next day. I was a bit happy I thought I would see my dad to explain things I have been in need of in school and what we lack in the house. I thought to myself if he could do them at least it will relieve the burden on her.

I quickly jumped out of bed I checked the time, it was 6:15am. I went to mom’s room knocked at the door, I heard mom ask me to come in. As soon as I opened the door, I checked for dad, but to my surprise he was nowhere to be found.

I asked mother about him, she replied me that he just left the house. I replied with annoyance and pain in my voice “without seeing us” .AWWW!!! that’s pathetic. I was down and broken, I can’t explain the sadness in my heart.

Mother came to me she sat beside me on the floor comforting me. She just knows how to comfort and encourage me and she did just that with her words. I looked up at her and I said mom what will I do without You??

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