…I sat there with the bright shining security light in the courtyard,awaiting the morrow’s big verdict. I coughed and sneezed to the harsh harmattan breeze. I snuggled into my big champion tshirt. My eyes were betrayed to the sleep as my mind drift away in the past hours ecstatic moment.
In the morning, my step-mum,who we all fondly call mummy, came out and saw me. She sneered at me and said “Good morning, Oya, daddy is calling you”
I got up in shock, and first,my mouth was opened,I felt an electric shock under my feet that voyaged straight to my brain. My body was filled with white dust, the harmattan hazy wind must have settled the dust on me. I could feel my heart oscillating its position like a pendulum bob.
The childhood loneliness always kills like it’s been destined to take its toll on you. You get a longing within you to be able to discuss just anything with anyone in your house. Well, I wasn’t that lucky. Not like I was miserable as a kid, I had my younger brother,who spends most of his time in my dad’s study, he was into historical books. We had an intimate friendship but there was space for his privacy. We mostly quarreled over frivolous issues. But he was one friend I have that knew about my late night escapades. He never told anyone. We sometimes talk about his own romance but he hardly let me into the whole details. I had older siblings who never lived with us in Nigeria. My dad spent most of his life in England, which explains why my older half-brothers and sisters never lived with us in our place. I am the oldest one here- the new generation kids. His post-England life romance obviously did bring out 4 kids.
I was notorious for breaking rules,most times I do, for the right reasons. Unabashedly, I get on my father’s nerves the most. From, whippings and grounding,mostly I get barred from going to school for weeks too. Everything was fun and less complicated as a child. I lived those moments to the fullest. The chastity of my heart,the immaculate innocence, the unforgivable recklessness, all these, were those mainstays in my life back then.
That morning, I staggered into the house, to the living room,my dad was having is early morning shave. The scent of his after shave rented the air. It choked me. He sat in a large chrome sofa,with his eyes fixed on the CNN, “War in Iraq”. I stood far from his view and it was like he was about to ruminate over what to say to me.
Could it be that mummy had told him how, or it was a set up? He sat there and would glance at me surreptitiously to be sure I wasn’t comfortable with my standing. I prostrated and whispered a good morning. Then,stood like a meter away from his recliner, taking a position facing him,like an accused in a dock.
He cleared his throat and finally,in a loud voice; like a roar. “Ah! He shouted, “Bush is mad! America will never get osama! Then…he laughed so loud that his voice resonates so high that it shook the wine bar in the sitting room. For once, I muttered a slight laughter to myself, fixing my gaze at the Tv in the hypotenuse. Then, the driver,who also doubled as his Assistant,came and took his shaving props away from him. He still didn’t utter a word to me.
He cleared his throat again and told me to fetch his phones from his bedroom.
” Call the court clerk” he said.
Then,he had been appointed a Customary Court judge by the Judicial Commission.
I dashed to his room and started dialing the clerk’s line. It didn’t get through. I could sense his indignant look to mean, what would I ever be useful for. He called out to my younger brother, Niyi, who was already dressed for school to fetch the court case files, he wanted to know what the first case, that would be called, would be. Still tormented by this long silent treatment, I stood there, looking like a stock fish.
Finally, he removed his pair of glasses and looked up at me.
“You see, you are the one who would get yourself killed. You don’t seem to me like one who would ever pass WAEC. So,I guess you are out to be a failure, and I can gladly help you with that. But before then, give me just one reason why I should continue paying your school fees?” He said.
I swallowed a lump of saliva down my throat. My head was lost for the kind of answer he wanted. My legs trembled.
” I…I..I’m sorry sir” I mustered.
“Well, I have to go to court, I don’t think I have time for this right now. Here is my verdict, there’s no more school for you until further notice. Have a good day”
I was shocked. My dad was never a man to bluff. No one challenges his decisions. He loathes being begged to reconsider his decision. He’s not one to rescind his decisions. I wish he was less complacent.
He left for court.
That morning,I was miserable. I went to the telephone,I called rachael and broke the news. Most times,I would stay in my room and write rachael letters. she would call and we would laugh over little jokes. She would tell me how they were flogged for teasing Mr Bolarinwa, the further mathematics teacher who couldn’t speak english fluently. How the biology teacher with the tribal mark brought a chameleon to the class and it escaped and the girls went crazy. How she had been drafted as a member of the school choir and she was never going to attend rehearsals. We would laugh and tell each other how greatly I missed in class. Well, my fair princess never knew all the things I went through just because I was desperately seeking her attention. I would buy gifts,secretly stack them away in her locker for her to find.
I wrote a letter one day,
“Dear Tayo,
Top of the day to you. How’s mummy and daddy and your brothers? You look beautiful today and I have been staring at you all day. You make my heart melt every time I see you. I love you very much. You are the only girl in this class that I feel so different about. I want us to be in a relationship. I want you to be my wife in future. I want us to be husband and wife and I will not make you ever regret it. I know you want to always be first in class and you don’t want your mummy to know you have a boyfriend. Me too. We can be meeting secretly at the back of the chapel after school hours. We can even do our assignment together. I have brought four novels for you from home. You will like the mills and boon, I have “too cold for comfort ” the one you said u wanted to borrow during short break. I will give you everything. I love you so much angel. You mesmerize me everytime I see you. Your face simmers like the moon and you scintillating body make my head swell everytime. Let me put the golden pen of love in the golden basket of love. I will be expecting to get a reply from you. Please just say Yes to my proposal. I will always love you my african queen. Please tear this letter immediately after reading.
Your love,
Dotun.”
…To be continued.