I always knew Greenland brothel had its protocols like checks with the securities at the gate. I've been there for parties couple of times. Layo and I would normally flash our invitation cards at the gate then hurry in. Unlike the other time when I stood outside the front gate with my siblings to meet our father, I was inside the main building this time around because I meant business. I went straight to the gate keeper and when he asked me which room I was going to, I was silent. "Who do you want to see. " he asked. "I know who I want to see Oga just allow me inside the main building. " I replied. "All this small small girls without respect living here. So am talking to you and you are answering as you please. Is it because Men are coming to pick you girls on and on so you think you've made it abi? " I was furious and I spoke to him harshly. "Oga in the first place I dnt live here. Respect yourself and stop saying what you don't know. Don't you ever join me with the women leaving here. " I screamed then walked into the main building while he stared in disbelief.
I went straight to room 127. I knocked and the door was opened. "Good afternoon" Father I said. My father looked at me in shock and couldn't even offer me a seat. When he visited me at the bar few days back, he made it know to me that he was in room 127 in the brothel and he knew I will object to his invitation so he requested I bring my siblings at least to the gate and there I was today in his room. I looked around and noticed how tiny his space was. I thought we live in tiny space until I saw my fathers room and realized our room wasn't so tiny after all. The room had a small bed, two chairs, a slim wardrobe and some clothes we're scattered on the bed. He looked at me keenly . He knew my coming was conditional. "Sit my child. " he said. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Mother is sick. " I said. "I know. " he quickly replied. The news is all over the neighborhood moreover if a news is from any bar in London then its authenticity can't be questioned. I would have visited you but... " "I need money" I interrupted. He was mute. He got up, went towards the wardrobe and sat. "Do you need water. "? He asked. I was furious. "Father I said I need money. " I said again in an angry tone. He came closer to me, held my left hand with his right hand while he scratched his head with his right hand. "My child.. I... Sorry.. The thing is... There's no money. " I looked into his teary eyes. He wasn't lying. I got up, adjusted my side bag and said "The doctor needs about 10 thousand naira for Mothers treatment. You have till evening to get the money. " Before opening the door to leave, I turned around and said "Please I don't want my Mother to die. "I hurried back to the hospital and met my siblings playing round the clinic. I was angry. They should be by our mothers side I thought. Kiki ran towards me and before I could say a word Tami said "Mother is awake. " "What? " I screamed in disbelief. "Yes she woke up before we arrived here. Dr. Charles said she woke up as soon as you left. " replied KikI. "Where is Osifa? " I inquired while hurrying to the ward. "She's packing our stuff. Mother said we are living. " On the hospital bed my mother laid unconsciously for 48 hours, I saw her sitting and I felt chills down my spine. I was happy and I ran towards her. She hugged me tightly while I cried in her arms. "My child Am sorry for putting you through a lot. " "No mother. " I retorted. "You are not at fault. "There you are. " said Dr. Charles as he walked towards us. "Dr. Charles told me you went to look for money" said my mother. She chuckled then continued. "Where in London will you get 10 thousand naira at such an ungodly time. " I was quiet. I dare not tell her I went to see our father. Dr. Charles tapped my shoulder and said "You are such a brave kid fetty. Your mother regained consciousness immediately you left. I am surprised. I'll say its a miracle. " my mother smiled weakly and said "My children need me. I had to fight. " "Are you sure it isn't your bar that needed you? " said Dr. Charles jokingly. We all laughed. By 5:30pm we were home already. T. K our mechanic neighbor luckily brought one car home so I begged him to drive us home. Back at the hospital while I was setting our things in the car T. K brought, I noticed our mother conversing in low tunes with Dr. Charles. Whatever they must have said ended in her pleading to repay the hospital bills as soon as possible. When we got home, I boiled water for our mother to take her bath while Osifa washed the clothes we brought from the hospital. I took a stool to the bathroom while my mother sat. "Do you need help? " I asked. "Go Fetty I can handle it. " she said with a smile. I knew she wouldn't let me help her. My mother had her ego to protect. After she took her bath, my siblings and I ate the food I took to the hospital Mother requested for tea without bread. There was no bread after all. So I boiled water and dropped a lipton bag in it then offered her in a cup with little sugar. She drank, took her drugs and was soon fast asleep. I looked at her in admiration. I was grateful she was gradually being herself again. I was happy she regained consciousness and I believe in Miracles. I ensured my siblings had thier bath then offered to assist them with thier homework. I haven't checked thier books lately. While going through their books, Tami said "Sister will mother be sick again. " I looked at the innocence in his eyes and replied. "No. Never will she be sick again. Hr giggled while Kiki whispered to him saying "I told you. " It was 8:25 pm and my siblings were asleep already. On fridays, they watch movies throughout the night and sleep late but today, they were tired. I was tired too. I grabbed the wrapper that hung by the door, took off my clothes, tied it across my chest and went out to take a bath. I finished bathing and met someone standing by our door. It was Layo. "Fetty how have you been. Sorry I couldn't visit you at the clinic. I had some things to tidy up. " He said. "Don't worry. " I replied. I went in, wore clothes on then dragged the bench by the corner and gave him to sit. We sat together. "I heard there's a birthday bash in Razi. " I said. "yea but I won't be going. " why not? There will be free drinks oo I said while laughing. " he smiled and said "It will be the first time I'll go to a party without you and besides the free drinks won't make sense because you and I don't drink. " "But everyone thinks we drink." I said. "That's thier business" replied Layo. "We rock doesn't mean we roll. " he added while I nodded. "So how's your mother. " I heard she was discharged. "yea she miraculously regained consciousness. Am glad. " " I almost struck a deal with the devil today Layo" I said. "I know. You went to GreenLand. " hr replied. "You knew"? I asked then pulled the door to ensure it was shut properly so my mother and siblings wouldn't hear a word even though they were sleeping, I wasn't ready to take chances. "Ehmmm actually am here with the devil you nearly struck a deal with this afternoon. " said Layo. "Are you Mad? You mean you brought my father here? " I said then dashed out to meet him.What is Fettys's father up to? What if her mother finds out they have been meeting lately?
Filled with rage, I hurried out while Layo ran after me. "Hold on Fetty. " he said as he ran behind me. I fastened my steps. "Don't create a scene. Remember your mother must not find out anything especially in her condition. " I stopped, turned around and nodded in affirmation. I clearly understood the point he was making. Outside our compound, my father stood in a dark overall by the corner. I went straight to where he was standing and said "What do you want.? " I turned towards Layo who was panting behind . "You brought him here didn't you? How dare you show him our house. " "I had no choice " responded Layo while scratching his head with the tip of his finger. Before my Father left for Libya, we lived in fourth street. The streets in London are numbered from 1 to 4. While we were staying in London's fourth street, we lived in an apartment with a living room and a bedroom. It was more comfortable than what we have now. My parents sleep in the bedroom while we spr
The clouds were dark and angry signalling the coming of a heavy rainfall. I stood outside and wondered where my sick Mother went to this early morning. I began thinking about the possible places she might go to. I knew she wouldn't be at the bar. It is too early and besides she is ill. "Fetty What are you doing outside? The rain will pour down heavily any moment from now and some stuffs are outside. " I turned around and it was my Mother speaking. I felt relieved then ran towards her to collect the plastic bags she was carrying. I peeped into the bags and saw bread, some vegetables, grains and other things wrapped inside the plastic bag. "where did she get these stuffs from "? I thought. We went inside and met Kiki taking stuffs like the bench, buckets and other things inside. "Tell Osifa to leave those clothes in the room. We'll wash them after the rainfall. " I said. Tami came out, hugged our mother tightly and said "I am hungry. " "I know." replied our Mother. "We are
I looked at my father with so much anger and I couldn't help but let words fly out of my mouth. I went straight to him pointing three fingers on his chest screaming. "What is wrong with you? Why would you hit him? What has he done.? " Emjay was already on his feet cleaning his lips with a handkerchief. He was bleeding. There was a huge crowd all over us. The people in London love fights. It entertained them. I went to Emjay and said "Are you okay? I am so sorry.. I... " he shoved me off and left without saying a word. "What is wrong with you Fetty? Is that how I raised you? What about your sick mother. Its past 10pm and you are here hanging out with some strange boy. And why was he holding you like that. " screamed my father. "So you are going to lecture me about morality? " I began. "What is your business with my life? Do you have any idea of what you've just done? " I turned around and saw how the crowd was increasing. I decided to maintai
When I got home, I stood outside for a while, heaved a deep sigh and cleaned my eyes with the end of my top. I cleared my throat then went inside. The bulb was off so I switched it on and saw how peaceful everyone laid. Tami hugged our mother tightly as they slept while my mother facing him snored loudly. Kiki and Osifa were also fast asleep. I pulled our blanket from the bag underneath our bed and covered them. Our mother already covered Tami with her wrapper. I took off my mini skirt and top, wore a more comfortable gown I usually sleep in then laid on the mat. My limbs were aching. It was as if people were beating drums in my head. My eyes were sore. I felt weak all over. I immediately got up and grabbed my Mother's phone which laid on the center table. I smiled after noticing she had set the alarm already. Layo will always say "The show must go on. " Amidst the demolition notice, food shortage and my incessant mental crisis, the show must go on. I laid on the mat and the more I
”What do you mean by you haven’t registered for your final Secondary School Examination?” said my mother in a confused tone. “Fetty I gave you the money..I right?.” She added. “Yes mother you did.” I began. “Actually…Father….was…” I stammered. I was beginning to shiver. “Your father did what?” she said opening her hands. “While Father was in Libya, he called me through Layo’s phone.” I replied in a very low tune. “Fetty if you’ve been speaking with your father while he was in Libya, and you felt like informing me right now then it is by the way. What I don’t understand is you telling me you didn’t register for your final Secondary School Examination. Leave your fathers issue.” She said. I was terrified and kept shaking like a victim of severe electrocution. “Why are shivering like that. Now loosen up and tell me why you couldn’t register. “She ordered. “And you better be joking.” She added. She got up and folded her arms. “Speak” she thundered. Osifa was awake and sitting on the mat
Immediately Layo and his mother left, my mother got up, dusted her flat shoes and wore them while adjusting her side bag. She left without uttering a word. I went inside the kitchen and boiled water to make tea. After taking the tea I made, I took a bath and cooked lunch. I was about going to the bar when our landlord walked in. Our landlord is a huge bearded man in his late sixties. He is dark and always gave a hard look. He loves wearing an overall black gown which covered the soles of his feet. The toddlers and children in the neighborhood flee at the sight of him. They called me the ‘Devil.’. He barely smiled and had only few acquaintances. He is old and unmarried. “Good morning Oga Landlord.” I said. He didn’t reply but went straight to Mama Funke’s door and knocked. “I am done greeting this man.” I told myself. Mama Funke carefully opened the door and said “Come inside please.” “I will stay right here.” He maintained. “If you say so.” replied Mama Funke. “When did you say you
The first time I was in the biggest and most famous bar in London neighborhood was about four years ago. I was twelve, childish, exuberant and careless. Layo and I were in our second year at the London Secondary School. It was when the annual ghetto festival was introduced. The news spread round the school like a wild fire. “There will be loud music, dancing competitions, free drinks and meat.” The students at school kept saying. Children are not allowed access to Razzi beer parlor but Layo and I were determined to sneak in and we did. We witnessed the entire event and stayed till dawn. From the erotic dance sessions to the free drinks that kept roaming the entire place, the place was filled up with people, old men with their young mistresses, young men accompanied by their girlfriends and bachelors too. Layo and I were the only children there. We were on a hide and seek mission throughout the event. The stench of alcohol was all over the place. We stood all night and the vanity sat
It is a new day. Each day in London reminds us of the usual hustle and bustle. We call it ‘The everyday struggle.’ Everyone is always in a hurry in a space so small. Our neighborhood is said to be overpopulated which is a fact. There were households who lived in a one room apartment and the lucky ones had a two room apartment. It is possible to find seven or more people in a room. During the raining seasons, London becomes inhabitable, filthy and prone to illnesses. When it rains harder or when storms come, some roofs get pulled off, houses are flooded and living becomes a difficult activity. The lowest class of people are found in London. From the shoe repairers, laborers, drivers, local traders and so on. It is also a fact that the money earned in London is spent in London. The Greenland brothel and bars take a huge portion of the neigborhoods earnings. The people work like social animals and feed on crumbs. It was evident poverty dwelt with them. I will say London people are the