IN MY HEAD

Prologue

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The thought of relocating back to Nigeria always made me feel a tight knot in my stomach. I had lived all my life in California. We weren't extremely rich but we lived comfortably, so I wondered what would have triggered my parents wanting to relocate back to our country . I wondered what was so important to do down there that couldn't be done in California. I'd made quite a number of good friends at California and the stress of making new friends in a new place can be exhausting plus I wasn't the social type. I couldn't imagine making new friends and talking to strange people. I was going to be a loner, I could feel it already. Maybe my only friend would be my inner mind. I don't want to leave California, I concluded it is my home.

       I have heard a lot of stories about Nigeria I'd read it on the net, seen it on the news and every other imaginable place. The country's economy was getting worse everyday and it's citizens were complaining about the insecurities going on there. I heard there wasn't enough food because of the ruthless butcher of farmers due to numerous farmer/herder clashes. To sum it up, Nigeria was going through recession and the average and poor citizens were suffering from the exhilarating economic situation already. The economic situation of the country was so bad that most Nigerians were looking for a way to get out of the country, so they could find greener pastures. And my parents were planning on going back to that country were it's citizens complained bitterly. No way, I won't let that happen, I tried to figure out a way to convince them to stay back, I wasn't ready to suffer.

       The next morning, I woke up hearing unknown voices and wondered what was happening. I quickly stood up from the bed and tiptoed downstairs and as I got closer to the living room, the voices became clearer. I stopped when I noticed the Police were in our house. I just hoped everything was okay, I didn't like the thought of the Police being around. I kept quiet and listened to what they were discussing with my parents.

       "Mr Benjamin Adewunmi", one of the policemen said. I chuckled a little because of how the man pronounced my dad's name like some slurpy stuff slime _Ah-daywonmai_. It was really funny how the Americans pronounced Nigerian names.

       "Mr Benjamin Adewunmi, we would have put you in jail by now, if not for the consistent pleas of your wife, so you have three months to leave this country if not you wouldn't like what we will do to you". I wondered what crime my father had committed that warranted his deportation. It was weird having policemen in our house because it had never happened before. I kept quiet and listened carefully. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on adults  especially when they were are having a serious conversation as this but if I didn't listen I wouldn't have known the cause of us leaving the U.S. I still stayed to get more information.

       "Your daughter Riele and your wife Elizabeth can stay in the country if you wish so... " Another officer continued.

       My mother quickly interrupted, "No we would go with him! I can't live without my husband, I love him so much". I rolled my eyes when my mother said she loved her husband. My father always abused her so why would she want to go with him. If my father had committed a crime he should face the consequences alone and my mother should cut the crap of 'loving my father' because he didn't deserve any of it.

       "Have you told your daughter if she would love to go with you? If she doesn't want to go with you, we will put her under the care of a foster parent, she would be well taken care of". Another officer asked. No way I never wanted to be with a foster parent. I noticed that children under the care of foster parents weren't treated well besides once you are eighteen years of age you would have to live on your own and from the look of things my parents wouldn't be coming back so I would rather stay in Nigeria than suffer under the hand of an unknown person.

       "No I haven't asked her but she would go with us". My father replied quickly but calmly.

       "Alright if you say so, your wife and daughter can come and visit here anytime since they are still citizens of this country."

       "Can his case be pardoned?". My mother simply asked.

       "No it can't , your husband traded illegal drugs in and out of this country, which makes the crime unpardonable, had it been he was a citizen of this country by birth just like your daughter, he would have simply been put to jail for a period of twenty five years but the terms of the lottery state that if he committed any serious crime he will be deported as soon as possible". Wait! What did I just hear my father dealt with drugs? My mind began wandering, my heart suddenly racing. I  couldn't listen to what my mother had said. I just numbly walked to my room to assimilate what I heard. My father was a drug dealer not just any drug dealer, he sold and bought marijuana, cocaine and the rest I can't remember. These explains all his cliques of friends. I have never in my wildest imagination thought that my father would deal with drugs. No, it's unbelievable!

     Didn't my mother know, I wondered  and if she did why didn't she stop him? All these was hard to take. I had almost forgotten that I had to prepare for school. I quickly glanced at the clock and it was quarter to 8am. So I would finally go to Nigeria I concluded as I went to the bathroom to freshen up.

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