My mom finally got me happy with her sweet words. I so much love her, she is my comforter. I try as much as possible to always be a source of joy to her, that makes me think success is not an option but a must for me.
After the tension came down, mother entertained us with a good song, She is a great singer too. After the singing was concluded we started to gist. The love and closenes between my mother and I was incomparable, we play like friends and talk like sisters.
We were so close to the extent that I knew whenever she was lying to me. The way she plays with me make me think of her as my age mate atimes but, I make sure I don’t take it for granted, I would never talk to her anyhow.
I shower her with the maximum respect I can give her. Whenever my brother and I are sleeping, she tickles our ears and hides her hand quickly as if to pretend she didn’t do anything at all.
Even when I arrive from school, I give her every details of what took place in school. How a teacher flogged a student for some senseless reasons, how our government teacher called himself a mad man because we frustrated him in the class.
He came to the assembly ground the next day, as if to make an important announcement, only for him to point fingers at my class mates saying let me tell you something, “I’m a mad man”.
Even when some students were caught kissing in the school premises, the principal had asked the time keeper to ring the bell for emergency assembly. We all assembled ourselves at the pavilion.
The students were called upon and was told to marry the pillar while the principal called upon the most disciplined teacher
Mr Okon who likes to act tough to make the students get scared of him but the students especially those in senior class didn’t care about his act anymore so they tease him whenever he flogs students using words like “yeeehh” “Booooo”.
I’ll give my mother all these details, adding the expression of the students while I add mine also. She would laugh and clap her hands together as if to show amazement. At times , she laughs to the extent that tears starts dropping from her eyes.
After all these, she’d give me details of what had happened in my absence when I was at school. Even the day some police men came to our street to arrest some guys because they heard the information that they were into internet fraud.
My mum had told me that they were all having fun with their girlfriends in the house when the police came in to arrest them. She told me they were dragged by their belts like criminals.
She will tell me all these while her hands are on her waist standing akimbo while I open my mouth forming an “O” shape with it. Most times, I reply with statement like “Are you serious “, “it’s a lie”, “you don’t mean it”.
She will move her shoulders swiftly as if to show seriousness while giving a facial expression saying “I’m telling you”. Oh my mum! She’s the best gist partner.
Although, there are times she’d promise not to tell me anything but it seems she tends to forget and she still comes back to me seeking for my advice like I’m as experienced as she is.
When I say “I thought you promise not to tell m?”, She’d give me response like “if I don’t tell you, who will I tell?” I’d smile at her knowing fully well that I’m her confidant and best friend, as if I was saying it to reassure myself .
She always tell people that her wards are her friends.. indeed she’s right because she share the same relationship with my brother, only that he’s still a kid and they both have limited things to say unlike me. Oh maami, I love her so much, she’s simply amazing
Back in school, I was the most promising girl in school. The teachers use me as a reference to other female student. My uniform was always neat and tidy. I was never late for school, thanks to IYA Sholape.
My school is a co-educational school with many students from different backgrounds. Hence, it comprises of the good, the bad and the ugly.
Despite this, I don’t allow anything to distract me from my academics so, it should not be a surprise that I always come first in any examination.
I was loved by teachers and respected by my peers. I remember when I was in ss1, after I had won a prize in a debate competition for my school, when I got back to the school an emergency assembly was called and the entire school celebrated my success.
That day was one of my best. The victory was great because I was in SS1 and I had just defeated SS3 students from other schools. I took pictures with the principal and the teachers. It was a day of joy.
Mom was really proud of me when she was informed of my exploit. My step mother heard of this and she became jealous because I was in the same school as well as her daughter.
She would say that Sholape is not well trained at all, she dresses as if her mother is the queen.
She would stop my dad from paying my school fees on time. Her daughter usually pays her school fees before resumption, but me hmm always towards end of the term or mom pays it.
I was not sent out of school only because of the love the principal had for me. I have owed two term fees and dad didn’t turn up, until my mom paid them out of nothing she had.
I enjoyed my studies and everything was simple and easy for me because I read ahead of the class I do my assignments regularly and my notes are always up to date.
I was at the kitchen trying to prepare a pot of rice for my mum, brother and I when my mother called out my name. “Sholape”! “Yes mummy”, “your phone has been ringing” “Oh okay mum”
I rushed down to where she was to get my phone, only for me to see her giving me looks.
“I picked your call though”, by that time, she was already giving me a look that makes me want to run out of the room because I knew something was definitely wrong, but I surmounted my worry…
“Errmm mummy who was the caller??” I asked “He is a guy, He said his name is Kayode”.
Oh no! Now I’m dead. I knew I had some explanations to do right that moment. She probably already know who Kayode is she’s just trying to confirm her suspicions. Oh my God, there’s no way I can even lie to her.
Kayode never calls without calling me sweet names,Did she hear him call me that? Why would she even pick my call? like my mum knew what I was thinking of, She cleared her throat as if to bring me out of my thoughts.
I immediately looked up looking at her but I was too scared to look into her face. Although my mum and I are so close but we’ve not gotten to the extent.
Just when I was about to leave the room for the kitchen to continue my cooking, her question popped out of her mouth.
“Who is Kayode??”
I was shocked and I couldn’t move an inch. Though I was prepared for her question but I don’t even know how to tell her.
Should I just lie to her? Should I tell her the truth? She might get mad if she knows who Kayode really is.
Gosh I kept replaying her question in my head. Who is Kayode??