MR......

CHAPTER NINE

While having breakfast, Seb and I discussed on our visit to Lagos to see mum.
We both understood the game we were to play, and though it appeared easy but it wasn't gonna be an easy task..
At exactly 12:00pm I gave mum a call, informing her of my visit with Seb to Lagos.
The excitement in her voice left me nervous, and kept me wondering how this whole game would play out in the next Three weeks living with her.
Sebastien had gone to get his car serviced and repainted, ..... atleast that's what he told me before leaving the House after breakfast, ok I understand the Car needs to be Serviced.....but Repainting??? I still don't see the need of Repainting, the colour is still clean and beautiful I just don't get it and more so we obviously ain't leaving with the car...who is ready to take the hectic drive from Port Harcourt to Lagos State??.... We both agreed we would go by flight, so I don't get the need of repainting a Car....well it is his car as well as his money...why should I bother myself with that....meanwhile I stayed back arranging and packing our luggage. I was deliberate not to miss any of his important items, hence I made a list before putting anything in the box, even after packing all needful items, I kept Wondering if anything was missing? Or did I over pack?. I don't know what the feeling is, but I was definitely unsure if this would end well or not. I should be happy, yet didn't feel that happiness, all there was to be seen was a nervously scared adult, still unsure if she was doing the right thing or not. Considering Seb is already committed to another Lady..I just wasn't sure if this was a fair, Despite her saucy and hubristic attitude one thing was certain, she loves Seb alot.... taking him away from her for Three weeks just doesn't play right on my path, the thought of it made me truly uneasy......
____hurrrhh!___ I gave out a loud breathe to calm my nerves as i continued packing up.
It's been over seven hours since Seb left, yet to return, I was a bit worried, hope he is ok....we can't afford to miss our scheduled flight, cause this was the last plane leaving for Lagos, if we missed it, we would have no other option than to book another flight the next day.
I tried calling his line, it kept ringing without an answer.
I left him a text, still didn't get a reply....
____Did he decide to back off???____...... No way ! He can't do that to me.....not Now !.... Everything has been placed already. What excuse should I give to mum again !...we have put in alot of resource into this, it has to pull through.......I said as I quickly had a big gulp of water forced down my throat, slumping down the chair next to his bed and tapping my fingers on my thigh.
__Peep peep....___goes my phone., I quickly checked the message it was from Seb and reads "___Hi Dorathy, so sorry I'm late.... caught up in traffic will be there in the next thirty minutes___".
I don't understand?.... That's a relief but still thirty minutes? I should better call him, thirty minutes is much we might end up missing our flight. I quickly left him a voice message.
____ Hello Seb? That's fine, please meet me up at the airport, I Will be waiting with our luggage, we might end up missing our flight call your driver or someone to pick up the car from the airport....thank you !____
Hopefully he got the message, I quickly carried everything and called a bolt driver to come pick me up from the house to the airport. Seb was already there when I arrived.
We got in and finally left for Lagos....it was a 45mins journey....
We had an urban driver take us to mum from the airport.......

___ Wow nothing has changed over the years.... everything still looks thesame.
Mum has been living in this big duplex for years, and had no intention of leaving, she still feels Dad is still with her as long as she is there. My Dad passed away when I was still a suckling Child, he died from the nigeria airways flight 9805, on his way coming back to Nigeria....he had travelled to Saudi Arabia for an important meeting, which he claimed would be beneficial to his business....on the 19th of December 1994 the Boeing 707-3F9C suffered an in-flight fire, and crashed into a Marshland near Kiri kasama, hadejia LGA, Nigeria... painfully dad was among the unfortunate passengers that lost their lives to that crash, mum was widowed and I was rendered fatherless at such a tender age. His death came as a shock to mum, and his family didn't make matters easy for her, since she bore him no male child, they chose to throw her out and took everything away from her.....they all claimed I was a curse and that's why my dad died days after my birth...but mum didn't let them take a thing, she and her husband worked hand in hand to establish whatever they had....with the help of mum's Lawyer she was able to get everything.
I developed hatred for my father's family due to the way they treated my mum and I. so even after growing up we never went to my paternal home.
Mum single handedly brought me up and handled dad's company.
And Me?????.....____made me this independent young lady I am today....she taught me all I know, and was both a father and a mother figure to me..... despite her pains she never made me feel I lacked a Dad in anyway.
Often times I got bullied growing up, but my mum stood as my hero and made sure no one was spared.....the memories all came flashing back as I stepped foot into the compound...... _____