Mother Is A Common Fool.
Don’t ask me how.
Things I would never tell my mother. Oh, how plentiful and heart wrenching they are.
This was what crossed my mind when Chioma asked during the game last night but one particular 'secret' kept circling my mind. Should I or should I not?
Should I tell her I followed father to the whoremonger's house last harmattan and watched him spend my church contributed school fees on whores and alcohol?
That I waited and watched from a corner of the hazy room as he boasted about coming into a small fortune.
That I waited until he was done with his business and followed him through the lonely path that leads home.
That I waited till he got to the thick brush of bush before I hit him hard in the head with the small mantle he enjoyed hitting her with whenever the mood struck him.
That I hit him again and again after he fell to the ground just to be sure he was really out before I brought out my phone to call the number he had saved on his phone as 'New Buyer' to tell him "the meat is now available" just like I'd hear him said a week back after he redesigned Mr Gomez's face just for complimenting my mum's tenacity.
That I dragged his body farther into the bush as I'd watched him do and then hid behind a tree as I watched the men in black get out of their van, picked up his body like a sack of potato and dropped it unceremoniously in the van.
That my heart was beating erratically as I watched them drop the small nylon bag where my father's body had been.
That I didn't feel anything when our neighbors had called us the next day to the gruesome sight of his body that was without eyes or penis and his two balls.
That the #300,000 I had presented to her two weeks later was not from any insurance company but from the proceeds of the business with the men in black.
Oh well, I guess that would just be among the things I would never tell my mother, just like I would never tell her I've started to put small drops of hypo in her drinking water because she had the effrontery to start believing men again.
I guess what she doesn't know won't kill her.
Thank you for reading my story again today. Can we do 50 claps please?🥹
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