Continuation.. RELATIONSHIT (post 3) ....little did I know that nothing lasts forever. Myself and my mother got used to the luxury and wealth. It felt like heaven, gone are the days of the foggy living room and endless cigar ash and bottles of beer littering the floor and my memory. Like a complete system reset, I lost my link to the past. The little girl that was touched in hidden places receded into a dark place in my heart, well hidden and out of sight. All of a sudden, I was 13 and in the senior secondary school. Beautiful, tall, lithe and very intelligent. I won all the prizes in school and my daddy even said he would take me to school outside the country. Yet, there are days that the thoughts would come rushing back and I had reach into the pocket of time to dust off the cobwebs in my heart. I had rearrange my thoughts to bring to the forefront those I had kept hidden. I remember uncle John and all the dark days spent in his arms. I remember the flutterings in my stomach and the ache in my heart. I also remember that I had kept the secret for too long. That day Trevor, I decided to let it all out. To tell my daddy about all the places I have been touched. All the things I have done. I just needed to talk to someone. Someone but not my mother. --------------------------- Days stretched into months and the hands of time ticked away in endless flurry. The day of gloom came, one sunny afternoon. I just came home from school and mum was still at the shop. Dad, as usual has been away in the Uk for the past 2 months. As I was about entering the kitchen to get my dinner together, I heard a loud knock on the gate...... My heart fluttered. *** No one comes to the house except mothers workers and the driver that takes me to and from school, and they hardly knock. I wondered who could be knocking on the gate with such ferocity. As I made to descend the spiral stair case that leads to the front of the house, I glimpsed the shaved heads of 3 hefty men in uniform. These are not the police or army, I mused, who could they be. **** I retraced my steps and went back indoor to call my mum. I was scared for reasons not known to me. Mother picked up on the second ring and after my explanation, she promised to come home soon. I remained upstairs hoping that the men would vanish but they also remained at the gate. Not entering and not leaving. Moments later, I heard the familiar honk of moms car and I watched from a parted curtain, as she led the uniformed men into the house. *** Life they say is not a bed of roses, But roses have thorns so who wants a bed full of thorns. **** Trevor, the difference between sane and insane is not he cloth on our backs, it is the hue in oureyes.. My daddy was arrested few days and sentenced to life imprisonment. He is a political figure and like the ones that disappear and never return, daddy was stashed away, never to be seen again. The people that could tell us his whereabouts never knew we existed. Like the smoke from a temporary heap, we were doused when fate splashed water on our life heap. That thread unravelled. Our bed of roses, now full of bloody thorns. We had 3 months to vacate the house. It felt like yesterday. --------------------------------- Mum still had her shops and the cars. The men had locked the house. We barely made away with our personal effects. Mum took all in her stride, as if she wasnt expecting life to ever smile at her. As for me, I only missed my school while I dread the return of the daddies. When I cry myself to sleep, it was for my mother and for the blows fate keeps landing on our weary backs. Then came Uncle John.. to be continued..
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 13:45:57 +0000
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