OSUWAKE
Episode 5
My mum had three sisters but only the eldest amongst them had the capacity to accomodate us all. So, within the period of all this happenings, i stayed with another of her sister. With her daughter, who happens to be much older than me.
One day, i felt like the horrible ghosts of the past had come to hunt me. I was still fourteen then. I started bleeding seriously. The world seemed to be coming to an end for me and my mum wasn’t closeby.
It seemed the forces of nature had combined with my horrible past to deprive me everything in life. I was so scared seeing the blood stains.
I cried and shedded tears in vain. The bleeding was real and threatening. Maybe, a signal to me that something had damaged in my body. I thought so but never wished so. I don’t deserve
such fate.
I went to my aunt in a bid to salvage my situation. But she treated it with kid gloves.
It wasn’t a threat at all.it was my monthly flow!
I was now a full woman! I stopped crying and my fears withered.
She gave me cotton wool. Yes! I used cotton wool, not sanitary pad or even napkin but cotton wool was all i needed to remedy the situation that moment.
I couldn’t stay with her because she was mean and pretty unfriendly. But it was her nature and i had not come to live with them too and so, i left to reunite with my mum after a brief stay although remarkable and memorable!
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However, my mum filled a suit in the law court but she was still hoping for a twist of events. She hoped my dad will have a change of heart.
even after seeing his mistress in the same house she shared with my dad all her life.
It had happened that, after my dad threw our things out, the next day, my mum had gone to retrieve other of her belongings and to her greatest shock; the woman had already moved in and settled comfortably. It was so sudden and shameful. No need for a town crier to make further announcements. It was a very clear and direct message.
“some men and women has
actually sold their conscience
humanity bears the ugly wounds
with no end in sight”
In pain and grief, she left a message for her:
if this was truly the man who
solely killed my innocency and pride
and i lived here wholeheartedly
and someone doesn’t want me to
drink a cup of water in peace
it shall never be well with that person”
It was short and simple. No need to fight or quarrel. A major statement has been released.
She left that day with her remaining belongings.
Even in the face of this, she was relentless about a reunion with my dad. The case she filled in court was due to frustration and could be dropped if things became better. She wasn’t really serious about it. But something happened which added more oxygen to the life of the case in court.
My step mum, (as my dad had already commenced introducing her as his wife) began spreading false rumours against my mum in the market. Can you imagine that! After beating a child, you couldn’t allow her to cry and even cried instead.
Even when it is said that: “conscience is an open wound only the truth can heal it”
It’s becoming clearer nowadays that most times the wounds wil remain closed without being healed by the truth. People now prefer to harbour a wound for a life time and even decorate it to keep flies at bay! even when the people of the world sees it majority turns a blind eye.
Did you see that! a certain thief broke into your house and stil displayed the loots in the market place instead of hiding in shame. even to evade security? No! It is disgusting and despicable!
“the troubles of mankind are caused
by mankind, the irony of it all!”
rumours travel very fast because it’s carriers are always very attentive and eager to make a life broadcast apart from being a kind of trade to certain people. Oh yes! Is that a shock? It shouldn’t be.
the travelling rumour by passed our door step and even made camp. We heard everything!
our eldest sister couldn’t bear it. She and our new wife were age mates! A face-to-face confrontation could lighten up things a bit and the venue would have been the market place,
same place it originated from but my sister can’t wait any longer.
“we are not taken this one at all” she was boiling.
she had already gathered intelligence on her market schedules and found out she wasn’t anywhere close to the market that day. To this end, she made her way to their house; our former house.
to be continued..
the saga takes a new turn!
A life story saturated with intrigues, controversies and life struggles.
Written by ©️Emeka Nwobu
so much to learn from this story.
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