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“Your daughter is my neighbor.” I began after sipping the cold water I was given then immediately dropped it on the little chair beside me “We share the same compound with your daughter. “ I added. The woman was on edge and her eyes kept rolling all over me. She wanted to hear more. “You know she has a daughter?” I asked. “She was two months pregnant when she left home. Her father and I never got to know the baby’s gender.” replied the woman. “Uhmm I see. She has a beautiful girl... Ajabo.” I said. “I have a granddaughter?” said the woman happily. “I will love to meet them but …” she stopped talking and peeped at the large room close to the living room. I instantly understood what she was doing. She was ensuring her husband wasn’t aware of the entire event going on in the living room. Mama Ajabo once told me of how strict her father is, how her mother was terrified of him and how he vowed to never allow her set foot in their home after she threatened to elope. I knew I had to leave
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“Your daughter is my neighbor.” I began after sipping the cold water I was given then immediately dropped it on the little chair beside me “We share the same compound with your daughter. “ I added. The woman was on edge and her eyes kept rolling all over me. She wanted to hear more. “You know she has a daughter?” I asked. “She was two months pregnant when she left home. Her father and I never got to know the baby’s gender.” replied the woman. “Uhmm I see. She has a beautiful girl... Ajabo.” I said. “I have a granddaughter?” said the woman happily. “I will love to meet them but …” she stopped talking and peeped at the large room close to the living room. I instantly understood what she was doing. She was ensuring her husband wasn’t aware of the entire event going on in the living room. Mama Ajabo once told me of how strict her father is, how her mother was terrified of him and how he vowed to never allow her set foot in their home after she threatened to elope. I knew I had to leave
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My father was buried amidst tears, wails and prayers. He was laid to rest in the London cemetery at the outskirt of the neighborhood. At his funeral service, the reverend consoled us with words from the scriptures, my mother was the first to bid him farewell with a hand full of sand as his coffin was lowered into the grave. She cried, stating how she has forgiving him and cursed his murderers. My siblings just discovered that the new neighbor and their favorite tale teller is their father. They cried uncontrollably and Tami our little brother, he cried because everyone around him cried. We were accompanied home from the cemetery in our black apparels and for a long time, no one said anything. While my father was being lowered to his grave, it dawned on me that I was never going to see him again. This journey wasn’t like his trip to Libya. He was going to a land of no return. Ever since my father was murdered, I kept blaming myself for being unreasonable, for being too rude to him an
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I held my father’s diary and the weight of the content was making me sink in a literal way. “Lock the door let us go.” said my mother finally after several minutes of silence. I locked the door and my mother and I went to our room. “What should we do Fetty?” said my mother in a confused tone. I felt elated the moment my mother asked me what to do next. I never knew a moment will come when she will have to seek for my counsel. I sat by the edge of the bed then said “Before father died, he tried to warn me.” I began. “He said we were in danger and he moved in to our compound for a reason but I dint listen….I wish I did.” I lamented while rubbing my forehead with my left palm. My mother moved closer to me, held my hands and said “We will be fine Fetty.” “I know why you ignored his warning. The circumstance wasn’t favorable.” She added. “I will open the diary but you must promise me mother.” I said with fixed gaze. She nodded in affirmation.”Whatever outcome the content of this diary pr
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CHAPTER 25: THE GENESIS OF MENTAL ILLNESS "She'll be fine." said Dr. Amrah after injecting me in my hand via my vein. "She is much stable right now. Tommorow by Gods grace, we shall carry out some tests on her and give you the results." she added. "Thank You Doctor replied my mother. I loved the way my Mother always carried me on her back as a child. I was six years older than Osifa so I had the liberty of enjoying the entitlements of an only child for a while. Tonight, my Mother carried me on her back from our home all the way to the clinic. I felt awkward when she lifted me and placed me on her bag like she did when I was a baby. I lay on her back like a cooked vegetable. I was weak, helpless and very ill. When my mother returned from the bar, I was on the bed sweating and breathing heavily. My head was aching terribly, my joints ached too and my temperature could set the room ablaze. "Sister Fetty is sick." I heard Tami say. "She didn't eat since afternoon." Kiki sa
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