So cool it comes to bow down on my shoulder
It wears itself on me like the weather
Whether I like it or not am grooving like a lover
It is so cool, I can’t deny. Never!Just never!
The reaction of adding a little bit of salt to a
Seven-up mineral is what I bet can describe what is happening to me now, either
salt is added or other things I don’t know but I could feel it coming together
in haste to form beautiful foams that is best known as puberty. A stage I know
does not take long with the adage of the world harboring vacuum, I derived my
own course as a girl, no, am a lady; I let my mind wander around as I listen to
the song ‘Question’ By Asha….. Tell me how many women childhood dreams come to
pass, tell me how many movies turn a real……there are so many questions,
questions I will like to ask so you can understand exactly how I feel………..it
goes on to call me back to the present.Life is adorable yet it call for a pay back, once
you misstep, recounting one’s step is something I can’t deny call for don’t try
it, Yes! I am a teen counting days to port to adulthood so; I have to think like
one. The seal that separate me from my childhood to the
teen world I broke some years ago when I clocked 13years, I was so eager
that the thought of doing what some of my older friends are doing clouded my
brain not to think of the happy things I am living behind….‘Yinka! How long have you been there?’Mummy what did you say? I asked looking up to see
her eyes deep in mine, I couldn’t hear her because of the headphone I have on
but her scornful eyes dictate the frustration and anger in her voice. That is
my mummy for you, getting a little break she is mad at me, I walk in full pace inside
with ‘an I don’t care attitude’. As I
opened the door to take the second leg, her hand held me tight, it sent signal
of cane to me but this time she used her hand, her hand at my back I yelled,
yanking away my phone and the headphone, it was just as if she was in the
competition of the best Bata drummer and it does so much to my mind of
struggle.Mummy please, I will never do that again; I said,
over and over again like a rhyme before she left me to run outside.You will be the only one to wash all dirty dishes in
this house as from today; she retreatedSo soon it comes, the pain vanished and I wear on my
shoulder, seniority. I walked doggedly to the kitchen to face the rowdy zinc,
plates and spoons littered, it is a sight that weaken my bones, my friends
don’t do this; I said alarmed, it engulfed from deep my heart. Lola call it
child abuse, why would my own mummy be doing this to me when am not slave? The
thought of this spark anger in me that I refuse to cajole in doing any chores
from the house. I went straight to our room to act as if I was sleeping. Some minutes later, I woke up to the scream of my
sister”Oh! So this lazy girl has not washed the dish? She
said and that gives me the satisfaction that boosts my ego, I heard her storm
to the parlor to report to my mummy, I thought mummy will come to beat me as
usual. But surprisingly her soothing voice cools down my sister.I stretched out my body ,so hungry …hunger doesn’t
kill , what if am fasting ,even if I die, they will be the one to carry my
corpse ; i grumbled I tried to concentrate on the music, but the pain under my
cloth is more than what you can comprehend ,I have a right ,whichever way you
take it ,she didn’t say I should not eat ,I walk to the kitchen to find the cleanest kitchen ever ,it was as if it wasn’t
the place I came that I left in annoyance .This put me off totally I
checked all the pot in rage ,the fridge is locked and my hope of finding
anything to eat in the kitchen that has been battered with, for the first time
I set my eyes their become confirmed ,I recounted my step back to the parlor
amidst the laughter in the house ,taking a step little by little like a
skeleton. There I see love, comfort encircling around them, I wasn’t even
noticed and that brought about the streaming hot tears you never think off that
I am fighting back.Mummy, can you borrow me fifty naira? .I said
forcing myself to talk “I have more than fifty naira as you know one naira
of my money you can take talk less off a whole 50 naira; she said sternly.I received it like a blow that my tears flow
unsupported, what comes to my mind, ‘I
say, if it were to be Lola you would give her but me, you never for once like
me ,why did you hate me so much?’Now i know that it is what mummy said it’s worrying
you; said LolaWhat is worrying you; I retorted eyeing herYou are yourself problem; mummy snapped, do you want
to deny my love for you? She askedNo mummy but…I have been the only one doing
everything while my sisters sit around; I said shrugging What have you done today? Mummy asked, seeing me not
answering she added ‘‘Adolescent age is worrying you, your peer group you want
to fit in and independent you think you can get now’’Over and over it goes in my head now, so man
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