Away with the Old

7.

Spectre 🌿🌿 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

Hello my lovelies I hope you enjoyed the last chapter? Let's have a chat with Oby.

Listen to the Song (FWB by Chika) above so that you understand the tempo better. ⬆️🔝

Sometimes kids rebel against their parents because they doubt and hate themselves, their life, environment and society at large.

Whenever a kid is misunderstood, the next thing they do is act up.

This is so because people fail to notice them.

If you are wise, you would know what questions to ask like, how do your really feel today? and so on.

It is a shame most Africans don't believe in having theraputic sessions with family members or professionals.

Many children crave the attention of their parents which they never get. Instead, their parents focus on providing their needs what happens to their cravings? Wants, desires to have a great time cracking jokes with Mum and Dad?

Everything that begins must end. This is a necessary evil that can only be stopped by team work.

I, oby feels no love from my Dad who left a few years back. All he does is send money. Less I forget he does not pick up when I call.

My Mum might never notice how badly I want a father-daughter relationship like my friends at school have.

How do I know Dad doesn't have a family over there taking up his time to get to know me and my siblings better?

Once I start revealing my true intentions they will say I am a bad child.

I totally disagree with them as usual. Sounds, loud enough to shut down the world is exactly the sound that must come out from me.

That's one of concern Mr diary. I write to you with you and on you so that I come to you for guidance, rectification maybe, a little bit of understanding.

As the case maybe, they'll say what they want while I do what I think is best for me. As for school activities, I do them to please my Mum before myself. It's not like my Dad knows how I am doing.

My chest is heavy requesting for ease to drop off the load. Will the fulcrum of my life assist me? That I do not know yet.

The tears we cry let's us know we are alive. It tells us what our mouths could no longer utter.

Words became too much for us to speak. Actions began to take the greatest role through our tears.

Tears oh! Tears! they speak deeper than my usual lingua franca today. Tommorow, probably forever and a dim more.

Poetic I know, disdain I knew, Peace I hold, all in conquest for hidden rewards. Mum tries, Dad hides, children try to thrive in the midst of bitter rain. .

Autumn leaves are falling 🍁🍁 maybe we are the reason for it. That will be all for now Mr Diary may you keep me and my thoughts safe.

My mum is calling so, I have to answer well, she's here already.

Oby I have been calling you buy no response.

Sorry Mum I was putting my thoughts together you how that goes.

I do my love however, you look to young to be thinking so much. You know you can always talk to me about anything.

I will always be here for you my baby girl. I love you and always will. Your Dad sends his love and hugs to you and your siblings.

When will he ever pick-up when will call Mum? Are you sure he doesn't have another family over there?

Obiagelie what's happening to you? How dare you think that way of your father. He is trying for all of us you know. Maybe, he needs to try harder. At least answer the phone when we call.

What did you want to tell me Mum go on I am all ears. I have forgotten food is ready though.
Come down, wash your hands and dish out food for you and your siblings okay? Not a problem ma.

Can you tell I'm an emotional wreck? How emotional are you today from one to ten?

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Kvngchimax.