(The book continues,ill be posting them as I write them..thanks for being there with your corrections and encouragements) WRANGLED CHILDHOOD Just as I was getting tired of pretending,he left me at the car.I suspect he went back inside to dish out the constitution for the day.Few minutes later he came back to the garage,inspected the car and drove off to work.Happy he was gone at last,I packed up my washing materials and hurried inside.Femi had already switched on the Home theatre and resumed the movie he was watching.I provided the movie but that day,I simply was more afraid than my brother to sit and watch anything apart from news.I feared my father had a way of asking the T.V if we watched anything else.Such was the extent of my fear for him,he was truly a god!Albeit a wicked one who desired absolute worship. My mother cooked beans that morning not minding the fact that I hated beans.Forcing myself to eat it,my stomach grew rebellious that day with a silent but painful protest to such an intake.I spent half the day in the toilet groaning like one who wanted to birth a gorrilla.The accumulated stench coming from the toilet was enough to kill every insect in my house and beyond.I appreciated the sacrosanct nature of the toilet because my thoughts on became clearer there.Had my little brother not cut through my sacred moment,I may have slept in the toilet. Bro Sola,your girlfriend has come o Segun said. At that moment,my bowels ceased to discharge its contents.The raging sea in my stomach suddenly became calm again as if obeying some unseen Moses.Rebecca always had that effect on me,she was the streak of sunlight in an otherwise dark day.Rushing out of the toilet,I searched for my newly bought perfume-Hot Ice Attitude,sprayed the entire toilet and the entrance to the sitting room,cleaned my hands and sat down.Rebecca came in and my heart skipped 99 beats (if you think that possible).Dressed in a short gown,mild lip gloss,heels and a ribbon that held her rebellious looking dark and long hair in place,all in pink and looking radiant.She was the first lady to actually understand why pink was my favourite colour(Im not gay by the way).After greeting my mother and brothers,she sat beside me,placing her hands on my cheek,she asked, Sola,what happened to your face?its swollen! Brushing her hands away,I replied I went for Taekwondo training yesterday and got beat up.Rebecca wrinkled her nose that moment,like the stench of that particular lie was far more repulsive than my escapades in the toilet.She of all people,knew fully well that I was almost as lean as a vegetanle stick and while I excelled trememdously in intellectual physique,unlike Femi my body build was nothing to pick up a pen for,much less writing home about. It was your dad right?He hit you again! She softly said.Getting up swiftly,she confidently strode into the kitchen,boiled some water and spent the rest of the day doting over my face the way a mother gently massages a new babys skin. (What do you think of the story thus far?Your Criticisms,comments,encouragements and as for my pals,your yabbings her highly welcome.I appreciate your support) -Phoenix Writes
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 21:06:39 +0000
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