My mother placed her hand on
the door frame and stared at me. My father was standing beside me and giving me
warning signals.
“Wetin!” My mother spat at me.
“Mammi…I wan tell de truth
and shame devil.” I said.

“Na now, prophet don do him own
finish you wan confess abi?” She asked in displeasure.
“Nor mind am my dear, Abosede
just dey talk rubbish.” My father said to my mother.
“Wetin you wan talk wey I never
hear?” My mother asked me.
“De tin be say, when I dey come
from my friend Bidemi house, I see shop as e dey open.”
“Heeeehhhhh…which kain lie
dis gial dey blow so ooo? Abosede! Who teach you how to lie like dis?” My father whistled.
“I dey wonder why shop open for
dat kain ten pm for night na im I waka enter shop.” I said.
“Stop dia! Stop dis lie now!”
My father ordered.
My mother was listening so I
didn’t pay him any heed.
“Na im I see daddy for inside
shop as he dey open drawer dey count money.”
“Ehn? Me ke? No let me send
thunder fire you ooo…” My father said in anger.
“Continue…” My mother said.
“De okada man wey carry me for bike charge
me two thousand naira sake of say na night and bike don scarce when I hire am.
So, since daddy dey for inside shop, I tell am say, if he nor give me money to
pay for bike fare I go report am.” I said.
“So, nay a papa give you money
from my drawer, wey you use pay for bike.”
“Yes ma…my money nor even
reach five hundred and I nor fit enter bus for dat kain time because Bidemi
place far.” I said.
“Wetin happen to de rest of de
money since you talk say na two thousand you take.” My mother said.
“I…” I started.
“I nor dey ask you, na ya papa
I dey ask.” My mother said, looking at my father.
I turned to stare at my father
who was looking around nervously.
“I remember say as I leave room
go baff, na dat time you comot and since Abosede nor dey dis house, she nor fit
collect key because I nor see am till dis morning.” My mother said to my
father.
“Which kain accusation be dis
one?” My father barked. “Nor be you call prophet wey talk say de tief na Abosede? Why you wan drag me enter dis matter?”
“My money suppose be eight
thousand plus for inside my drawer.” My mother spat.
“Na lie! Na six thousand two
hundred dey for dia.” My father said in a slip.
“Hey! So na you?” My mother
shouted, refocusing her suspicion on my father.
“Me ke? I nor touch ya money
ooo…” My father denied.
“But you talk say na six
thousand two hundred dey for inside drawer…if you nor touch de money, how you
take know de amount wey dey inside dia?”
“Na my instincts I dey listen to and e dey tell me say de money nor reach eight thousand…” My
father said.
My mother dragged my father on the waistband of his shorts and pulled him, screaming at him to return her money. One of the men he played draft with walked over to us and spoke to my father.
“O boy wetin dey happen?” He
asked, speaking to my father as though he didn’t have grown children.
“See me see wahala ooo…my
wife dey find money, prophet come hia and im talk say na Abosede carry de money
but my wife hold my short like say na me tief her money.”
“Na you tief am ooo…na
you….” My mother screamed.
“Anyhow sha, I see de surplus
drink wey you order for de boys…I come ask you wia my own dey.” He asked.
“Drink ke? I nor declare any drink ooo…” My father said in a shaky voice.
“Which kain talk be dat? If na two hundred naira drink you dey use whine my head abeg money nor be my problem. Na because Double D talk say you order bottles for everybody and make I come collect my share na im I come hia so.”
The man’s statement confirmed the
truth and my mother dragged my father by the waistband of his short and pulled him into the room they shared and shut the door. 
I was scared for my father, what’s she going to do to him?

To be continued on
Wednesday…..

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