Moving away was supposed to be the goal that she had earlier planned, fully determined to live it. But now, she was broken beyond repair. A damaged soul! Everywhere she looked, turned grey, every object she gazes on was colourless without life.
As she boarded the bus to Lagos, she plugged in her ear piece and recollects the previous day leading to her travel, beginning with the conversation she had with her mother on the phone.
"You be wicked pickin I swear. I nor know how I take born you. So you mean say after that boy do for us, you get mind break up with am. Ha! Onome na winch you be. You know how many millions he give your papa to take build this house when we dey stay?" She ranted.
"Mummy I didn't do anything. He cheated on me." Onome begged on the phone.
"You dey craze!!You dey hear me?Onome, me your mama say you dey mad"!!!. Mrs Igho continued.
"Mummy please I beg of you, calm down and listen to my side of the story." Onome pleaded with tears gathering in her eyes.
"Shut up that your smelling mouth for there. Who you be? When them nor dey cheat on?" Mrs Igho screamed at her daughter.
"Mummy please try and hear my own side of the story, let me tell you what happened" Onome insisted.
"Which side?You nor get anything when you want tell me. I nor wan hear anything from your useless mouth". Her mother brushed her off with a hissing sound.
"Mummy I think Tega is tired of me." Onome pointed out.
"You be stupid girl for that word!! Why e nor go tire for you. When you be ungrateful person, pride wan kill you because you go school? You done stress that boy over and over again". Mrs Igho stated.
"Ha! Mummy" Onome exclaimed sympathetically and the tears began to flow. It was obvious her mother hated her so much. Her mother was oblivious to whatever emotional torture she was going through.
"You go call am tomorrow, you go beg am make he forgive your stupid character because na small pickin sense dey worry you and una go fix date for the marriage. Nor let me swear for you." Mrs Igho instructed.
"Mummy do you even care about me? " Onome struggled to ask amidst her tears.
"Shut up that your mouth, I nor care about you na I born you? Abi nor be me take care of you till you big so.?" Mrs Igho replied her.
"Mummy please tell papa am going to Lagos tomorrow." Onome said trying to be bold.
"You go no where!!! See this girl o. You done graduate, you done get wings. When you dey hawk bread for Afiesere, you nor know Lagos. This pickin you nor get sense at all. You be big disappointment.!!!" Mrs Igho attacked her daughter.
"Mummy why are you attacking me like this, I did not do anything wrong?" Onome said her mother crying profusely.
"Shut up your mouth with your yeye english. All this your cry na fake cry for my ears, you dey hear me so? Tega send you go school, now you done finish, you dey pay am with bad thing. You know wetin that boy done do? Na me and your papa you wan disgrace for Afiesere abi?" Mrs Igho questioned her sobbing daughter.
"Mummy I have always been grateful to Tega." Onome spoke out gently.
"Infact eh, you go pay am all the money when he done spend for this family, if not, I nor want use eye see you at all. Nor be me, you go give bad name for Afiesere." Her mother ended the call.
The tears came down as they should and she wailed out as though mourning the death of a loved one.
The phone call demoralized Onome more than she could bear. It destroyed every thing that Mrs Tolulope Asigho had built in Onome. Her self worth, boldness, jovial demeanor was all gone in a second. She felt like a worthless piece of human existence. She contemplated suicide but was restrained knowing her death would not make a difference to her mother. She might actually rejoice over it, Onome thought.
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Romance" I love you so much and you know how much I hate to put my hands on you, it kills me inside sugar".He spoke sorrowfully as though on the brink of tears. Maybe he was truly sorry this time and could not help himself when the evil spirit comes, Onome...
