Houses and castles.

chapter 6

Funto Coker.

I moved into my own apartment four years back after I got back from studying in England, instead of staying with rest of my family in "Coker's mansion".... Mum was opposed to the idea at first but I found an unlikely ally in my father who felt I'm old enough to own my space, it came as a surprise to me that he of all people would be the one to understand why I opt to move out but I'm grateful he was able to convince my mum to let me off or I would still be stucked to her apron.

Mum always wanted this " one big family living together" thing, if she had her way she would make sure I married and remain in the family mansion but unfortunately I'm man who values privacy and loves to own my own space even if it's a small rat hole in a slum.

She initially offered to let me have the whole of the second floor to myself when I first broached the topic of leaving the house but no matter how big the mansion is, it's never seems as so for me to escape my siblings and their daily doze of trouble/ madness so I declined, breaking her poor motherly heart in the processs.... Still I'm convinced it a necessary evil.

On getting to my old room which would better be described as a suite, I went straight to the walk in closet but found nothing suitable I could change into, I also notice it in a very clean and organized state as if I still live in it which means mum still makes the cleaners clean out the room at regular intervals.... Even the large king size bed has fresh sheets, I smile thinking of how caring she is, still treating me and my siblings like kids even as we're now grown adults, somethings just never change.

I left my suite after exhausting all my options of what to change too and made my way to Joel's "studio", I really can't call where he sleeps a room since my junior brother is obsessed with decorating his room with all the musical instrument you can find in the world, he has an obsession with music and dropped out from school in his final year to pursue is "musical career"... Truth be told, I'm not trying to be a bad big brother but I have seen much better talent than his, he loves music undoubtedly but I don't think he can do too well as a musician, unfortunately he has choose to keep chasing shadows and there is very little I can do about it.

His room was in total disarray as expected, clothes, shoes and different objects and instrument litering the whole floor like the house of a mad man, I'm sure the house staffs considers cleaning his room as the biggest sort of punishment on the planet.... Joel is the most messy creature on earth, he has never been the type to clean up after himself every since we were little which leaves me wondering why girls still flock around him like flies.

It must be the good looks and money... No doubt about it.

I scrunch my nose up in disgust, wondering how anyone could survive in such a foul environment but off course my brother is no normal person, I jumped over the mess and went to his closet to see another bigger mess in form of clusters of clothes all bundles in without proper sorting or folding.

'Goodness gracious... This boy must have been a pig in his past life'
I mutter to myself, i would rather freeze to death a thousand times than manage anything in his closet, plus his style is a far cry from mine, he prefers crazy style of outfits while I'm more of the professional dress code guy so I left and went back to my suite to manage whatever I could find... It baffles me how a 25 years old could be disorganized.

By the time I made it back to the dining room, Samantha and Joel we're already sitted at the table, the latter is singing out loud to whatever music  blasting on his headphone while the former is scrolling through her Instagram page on her phone.... She looks up and eyes me dramatically and I returned with a smirk, half expected her to attack me again but she surprisingly didn't which prompt me to take my sit with rest of mind.