Trapped episode 3

TRAPPED- Episode 3

Mama was my world, she meant everything to me. She taught me virtually everything I knew. I was the first out of her four children. Not minding the fact that I was a boy child, she taught me how to cook and even tidy up properly. She was an auditor in Delta State Hospitals Board. If she had decided to leave Papa, she would have been able to take care of us because she earned quite enough to take care of me and my siblings.

As for Papa, he was a manager in one of the oil companies in Warri. I would have hated him if not for Mama. He was never there for us; always very distant from his children. A perpetual night crawler, that would want Mama to stay awake till he gets back home. He was greatly feared by Mama. He had his own special chair where no one ever sat on. No one could talk freely when he was home including Mama. He stopped her from making friends even though he had a lot of friends because he felt they would influence her negatively. I never saw Mama complain; she did everything he commanded. He would always raise his voice each time he spoke to her.

I eventually became Mamaโ€™s best friend as I grew up. I went with her to the market every Saturday. We would cook together, wash cloths together and tidy up the house together. Mama taught me how to sing and she loved God deeply. Everyone in our church and neighbourhood loved Mama because she was kind-hearted. She would give to those in need both in church and outside church. Mama was as harmless as a dove; very easy going. She never wore what she was passing through in her home on her face; always smiling.

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It was a Sunday afternoon, papaโ€™s friend Mr Peter had come to visit him. I was cleaning the bookshelf in the sitting room. Mama served them rice and stew and went back to the kitchen.

โ€œOnome โ€ฆ..Onomeโ€ฆ.โ€ Papa called Mama angrily
Mama quickly rushed to the sitting room.

โ€œWhy is there no salt in this rice?โ€ Papa asked as he scooped out some portion for her to taste.

โ€œEfe there is salt in this rice nowโ€ฆ.e be like say your tongue nor dey work againโ€ฆOnome donโ€™t mind himโ€ฆplease go and continue with what you were doingโ€ Mr Peter said frowning at Papaโ€™s complain

As Mama turned to take her leave, Papa pulled her back roughly.

โ€œDid I tell you to go, who called you here, me or my friend?โ€ Papa yelled

Mr Peterโ€™s eyes widened in shock; he was speechless.
โ€œSo-so-rry Papa David, I thought you were doneโ€ Mama stuttered in fear.

โ€œKeep your sorry to yourself, just go pleaseโ€

Mama finally left for the kitchen as Mr Peter watched in amazement.

โ€œEfe what was all that about?โ€ Mr Peter managed to ask Papa

โ€œNothing, didnโ€™t you see she was disrespectfulโ€

โ€œNo, she wasnโ€™tโ€

โ€œShe shouldnโ€™t have left when I had not permitted her toโ€

โ€œDonโ€™t tell me you are playing African Lord in your house with all your exposure and educationโ€

โ€œPlease I am an African man. As an African Man, you must discipline your wifeโ€

โ€œCommon Efe, your wife is to be loved and not to be disciplined, the bible says soโ€

โ€œWho told you I donโ€™t love my wifeโ€

โ€œItโ€™s obvious you donโ€™t with what I just sawโ€

โ€œPeter please; donโ€™t teach me how to run my home โ€ Papa said frowning.

TO BE CONTINUEDโ€ฆ

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Written by Evelyn Ivie Ojo

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