Whereas the holiday is something every students look forward to, its something Kemi dread like a plague. Home sweet home has never been something she has ever experience.
Going home implies she will be meeting her mum, a perpetual complainer; her alcoholic step dad and hemp-popping step brother both of whom had attempted raping her thrice. Homecoming was therefore an hell she’d never want to re-live.
Her luggage was already packed when a call from her mum came in. She hesitate before finally picking.
“hello mummy”, she greeted.
“hello omo mi”, – her mum reply, “how are doing”, she enquired.
“I am doing fine mummy”, kemi pause, “and you?”
“I’m not fine ooo” her mum replied. She knows what to expect next, another rendition of complaints. The fear of asking what happened grip her but she still went ahead and bit the bullet.
“hello omo mi”, – her mum reply, “how are doing”, she enquired.
“I am doing fine mummy”, kemi pause, “and you?”
“I’m not fine ooo” her mum replied. She knows what to expect next, another rendition of complaints. The fear of asking what happened grip her but she still went ahead and bit the bullet.
“What’s it again o mummy”, she asked.
Her mum heaved, “when should I even start sef”, she paused a bit then resume, “Well. Your stupid dad, he came around last week telling me he wants you to come stay with him. Not just for the holiday but forever. He said he is pressing for your custody. I guess he is back to his powder sniffing. I’ll show him pepper. I’m already saving to get a lawyer to put him where he belong. Your stupid irresponsible second dad too, out of ‘drunk lust’ impregnated Sidikat – that “paraga-selling” bitch around the street bus stop. I’m also saving to get a divorce for him”, she paused again. ” I’m just stressed up baby”.
She felt sorry for her mum. Her account of bad luck is one that even the biblical Job cannot beat. Bad things always happened to her and she still can’t figure out why.
“Sorry mum”, she said. “how are you coping” she asked knowing fully well what to expect.
“My daughter, I’m coping fine. That stupid irresponsible son of your step father was even caught by the police while smoking at the tarmac. You can see, one less useless mouth to feed. I can now concentrate on saving for your exams and legal fee. The only problem is my customers are not paying. The country is hard. Tough time my daughter. I’ve seriously lost weight”.
She too has lost weight. She have been embroiled in intense reading trying to ensure she clear her papers. She can’t even imagine a year in that hell of a home. She will just commit suicide.
“Mum, just take it easy. Remember I’m here for you”- she said. Is she the one that should be counselling her mum, she thought. Only God knows why she have always made the wrong decisions. The worse of it was not aborting her when she had the opportunity and bringing her into this horrible world of pain with no responsible father figure.
“Thanks love, you are the only good thing that have ever happened to me”, she said. Kemi didn’t doubt that but she is beginning to question if her mum understand the concept of joy or good thing.
“how are your boyfriends?” her mum asked. She chuckled “I’m not into boys mum”, kemi replied but she doubt if her mum understood what she meant. “I just want to remind you I’m coming home today”- she added.
“Oh! I remember”, her mother said, “maybe I should go bail out that prodigal step brother of yours so you won’t be bored at home”.
Kemi kept quiet, wondering if bailing his step bro was a necessary evil or one that he definitely don’t want anything to do with. Saying ‘no’ to her mum might spark up suspicion and she definitely won’t want that.
“No problem mum”, she replied. Wondering if she hadn’t lose senses. She doubt that. You only lose what you once had – not – what you never had.
She heaved another sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry Mum”, she said.
“You mean I should let the idiot rot in police custody” – her mum enquired.
“Not that mum”, she paused. “I just believe everything is gonna be alright and it’s all going to happen soon”.
“You mean I should let the idiot rot in police custody” – her mum enquired.
“Not that mum”, she paused. “I just believe everything is gonna be alright and it’s all going to happen soon”.
A loud silence occupied both caller’s earpiece. “Thanks darling”- her mum finally say, “Can’t wait to see you”.
“Sure”, She thought. And I don’t feel like going home. . Never again.
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