CHARLES AND HIS TWIN SISTER(1)
Who collected the ₦2,000 note I left in my pocket before going to work?… Mr Iyke fired at his two children in his room. He just returned from work looking so tired, and his face wasn’t friendly at all. It appeared that something must have got him upset.
Daddy I’m not the one that collected it…Rachael answered staring at the ground.
Daddy, I didn’t take it, Charles muttered fearfully, gripping his sister’s left hand.
Oh, so you both expect me to believe that a ghost came into my room to steãl my money, is that it?… he shouted angrily, striking them on their foreheads until tears streamed down their faces.
Rachael and Charles were twins who tragically lost their mother at the tender age of five. Prior to her passing, their mother had been the sole provider managing to sponsor them to school until primary three. He stopped them from school after her funeral. Mr Iyke had already made it clear to his wife that he doesn’t want his children to go to school that he wouldn’t spend a dime. He stated his intention was to only provide basic care for them until they reached a certain age, after which they would be on their own to fend for themselves. I believe it was due to all the stress and depression that led to his wife’s demise because from what we heard, she slept but couldn’t wake up. However, Mr. Iyke, their father, had been treating his own children more like animals than his own flesh and blood.
So after all the severe beatings, Mr Iyke threw them in their rooms and fired at them them….That money that you people refused to bring. Is your food for the next three days.. He shut the door and left. The two children were just ten as of then.
They criêd till some point, They were severely injured. Charles cleaned his sister’s swollen left eye with his shirt and rubbed some Vaseline around the spot.
Ouch aarrrgh. It’s paining me…. Rachel shouted.
It’s okay it Will reduce the pains. Let’s go and meet Madam rice to see if she will give us food. Rachael, I know you didn’t collect the money..
I sweãr I didn’t collect it. I miss my mummy. Charles I’m hungry… Dad is too wiçked… Rachel cried out.
It was approaching 4pm, and the twins had been surviving on the small amount of pap they had drunk since morning. Madam Rice, their neighbor in the compound, had already closed from her shop so they had to rush to her house only to find her door locked.
They saw Sister Joyce, another neighbor, a short distance away, on a small bench selecting some beans. Approaching her, they expressed their hunger and asked her for food. She pathetically told them that her kitchen was empty, but offered some hope, suggesting that they wait until she finished preparing the beans which would exhaust some hours.
Jesus Christ! Rachel what happened to your eyes. Don’t tell me your dad have started beating you people again…. Sister Joyce exclaimed observing Rachael’s swollen eye.
Sister I’m hungry!
Charles I’m hungry!
Charles I’m hungry!
Rachel kept crying, dragging his brother’s shirt………
Written by 👉 Nicholas Stephen.
To be continued.
