Osas lay on the hospital bed and his family surrounded him in silence, he was in a coma and
the doctors feared the worst. Miyebi stood there shivering and crying at his
side, Osas’s mother and father sat down beside the bed in tears, while Isiuwa
and Mense held on to eachother and cried.
screamed at her husband.
and he never would have thought of suicide if you didn’t push him to
it. You saw the letter where he said that he couldn’t get married at this
age…he…he…” His mother cried.
forcing him to get married will instil some kind of discipline in him…I
didn’t know that it would turn out this way…” Osa’s father cried.
you’re crying that its all your fault! Yes, it is all your fault! For tempting
my son! For making him eat the forbidden fruit like Adam in the bible! You are Jezebel!” Mrs.
wants to say something.” Isuiwa said.
mess…I am sorry that I lied to a pastor and his wife for selfish reasons.
But, the truth is…if I told the truth, my dad will kill me!” Miyebi cried.
at school with some friends and we were drugged and ….taken advantage
of…that was how I got pregnant….I only framed Osas because I knew he had
always liked me and I knew that it’s better to tell my dad that he’s the father
of the baby than say that it’s a group of guys that I know nothing about.”
baby? Osas isn’t responsible? And you made him go through all these pains for
nothing?” Osas’s mother screamed as she lunged at Miyebi. “Do you know that he might die?
crouched at the side of the wall in tears.
sorry….I never knew that it would end like this…” Miyebi cried.
board. They’ll say that I’m not an ideal father. You have ended up messing up my ideal family!” Mr. Igbinovia shouted.
finger at Miyebi. “God will punish you for your lies…”
but she couldn’t, she wasn’t perfect and she couldn’t hurl insults at a
young girl who had looked for alternatives to save herself from being punished severely by her dad. If she was in such position, rather than telling her dad the truth, she might just do the same as Miyebi did.
dies….his death is on your head….you’ll suffer for it” Mrs. Igbinovia
the corner and cried.
birthday, should she wear the short dress or the long one? Should she wear the
distressed denim or the ripped jeans? She finally settled on one very
inappropriate outfit which she was sure that Isiuwa’s prim and proper parents
wouldn’t approve of. Her intention was to spill all of Isiuwa’s secrets to her parents on her birthday party. She had already imagined the scenario, ‘she’ll walk
into Isiuwa’s house, dressed in a fashion that Isiuwa’s mom and dad would
recoil at and when they began preaching to her, she’ll bring out her phone and
show them images of Isiuwa dressed in clothes that they didn’t approve of.’ She
had it all planned out and she couldn’t wait to execute it. Next time, Isiuwa
would think properly before deciding to abandon their friendship just like that!
to the ironing table to iron them when the electricity was seized.
“Oh crap! What am I going to do? How am I going to iron these clothes?”
At that moment her phone rang, it was her uncle.
me to tell me that you haven’t been respectful and that you told her that she
and your dad are poor and that you wished that I were your dad instead.” Her
uncle said over the phone.
you imagine her wanting to drive me to school with her dirty ratchet vehicle? I
had to decline of course, I am better than that!”
that to us…we love each other too much…”
fees, they have decided to enroll you in another more affordable school at the
end of the term.”
welled up in her eyes.
might be over as we speak and you know that you need me…” Her uncle said.
as well…” Freida snapped.
your position…” Her uncle threatened and hung up.
her bed and stormed out of the room in a bid to talk some sense into her
magazines which he had stacked up under his bed. He had met up with some very ‘coded’ boys in school that seemed to have a regular supply of the material and he had purchased it from them. He was slowly getting addicted
to porn and he was as loosing focus from his studies as he had stopped
spending time reading his books instead, he perused through pornographic
owl, he was trying to resist the urge to take one last peek at the magazines he
had stashed under his bed to no avail. He got up from his bed and crouching
low, he snaked his arms under the bed and brought out some of the magazines he
had hidden and began to read. It’s needless to say that he read for the better
part of the night.
morning and she was already ready for Isiuwa’s party, she was only waiting for
of your bastard daughter and that’s why I married you!” Her father screamed at
should have married him seeing that he loved me so much and that he was richer
and better established than you are.” Her mother screamed in return.
fought everywhere, in the house, in car, at the church, the supermarket, in
front of friends and family and everywhere. Being the only child of her mother
but not of her dad, Morenike took sides with her mother rather than her father.
Her father had married a total of three women but out of the three, he lived
with one as the other two had divorced him and moved on with their lives,
proclaiming that he was too difficult to live with.
twitter as she had seen the tweet that Frieda had posed that morning which read
quickly typed out her text.
ready! Should I wait for you to come or catch up with you at your house?’
this time, her mother had started screaming and clapping hands at her father.
is no role model, he is a mad man!” Her mother screamed.
last long in your husband’s home!” Her father screamed in return.
towards her dad, he knew the signal and not breaking off the insults he was
hurling at her mother, he fished his pocket for some notes and slapped it on
her palm. Morenike took the money and not bothering to say thanks to her
father, she left the house. As she hurried out of her compound, she could hear
the loud noise from her parents as they insulted eachother. Just as she left
her house gate, she heard the smirk of the lady who sold drinks in the shop
beside her house.
setting for their kids? Nonsense!” The woman said.
step-sister, Tolani alight from a jeep at the entrance to the street. It was a
known fact that her sister made ‘friends’ with certain kinds of people. Tolani
was the one of Morenike’s siblings who lived in the same house with her
and the both sisters were far from close. As soon as the jeep rounded off the
corner, Tolani walked purposefuly towards her, Morenike looked away as Tolani walked past her and Tolani did the
same. That was the way life operated in her household!
the area and her parents had refused to fuel the generator, all in a bid to
discipline their wayward daughter. They had spent the night together in a dark house, with no Television, no charged laptop, or anything! Frieda had retired to bed early. She had told Morenike that she would text
her early this morning but the only thing she had been able to do with her
phone was tweet two words ‘Life sucks’.
to her uncle, demanding an explanation as to the reason, her uncle wasn’t
allowed into her life anymore and she got the backlash she didn’t expect. Her
parents had shouted her down and threatened to seize everything she owned if
she didn’t show them some respect.
have no money!” She muttered under her breath.
and her floral off the shoulder crop top, which she paired with a dark sunshade and a wide
brimmed hat, to shield her from the sun, she had also worn a heely pair of pink sandals. She was about to stop a taxi when she
saw Morenike advance towards her. Frieda was relieved, even though she had
prepared herself to destroy Isiuwa’s party, she wasn’t ready to do so alone.
time. You look glamorous!” Morenike exclaimed.
dress which she had to wrestle from the breeze as it never failed to get caught
in the wind whenever she walked, she had paired her outfit with her sneakers and a
trek, I’m taking a taxi…” Frieda said.
a keke…” Morenike proffered.
to take a keke or whatever you call it, go ahead, I’m a big girl and can’t ride
in such.” Frieda said.
checked, I didn’t ask for your opinion on the most suitable transportation to
the venue. Besides, you weren’t invited to the party and even though I didn’t receive an invite from Isiuwa, she used to be my best friend so it’s
necessary that I go to the party.
her type…you see…you are unkempt, dull and quite dirty….I’m just doing
you a favour by being your friend and you know that you’re still on probation right?” Frieda spat.
change….I think I have about three hundred and fifty thousand naira…”
with a pauper? I deal in thousands babe and not in hundreds. I actually have
about two thousand five hundred on me and today is not even my buoyant day.
What are you using three hundred naira for? To buy buns?” Frieda laughed.
but she didn’t say anything, she really wanted to be Frieda’s bestie and if receiving all the insults in the world was going to make her so, then so be it.