There was complete silence in the room.....Aunt Bisi seemed to be waiting for me to continue talking while I was thinking of a way to table what was troubling me to her...
We have gotten pretty close lately, but I still fnd it hard to open up on certain issues.....
Aunt Bisi went to the bed and sat on it, staring at me like she was trying to figure out what was on my mind...
I sat on my studying chair and finally decided to break the silence.."I shouldn't have gone back" I said
Aunt Bisi arched her brow and said "to where?"
"To school..... If I had just stayed back home and taken care of mum, maybe she wouldn't have died"I answered
"What do u mean?"Aunt Bisi asked acting like she does not understand what I said.
"What has your going back to school got to do with your mother's death?"she said calmly.
"Why did you allow grandpa to take my mum to his house?" I asked rather than answer her question...........And by grandpa, I mean one of my uncles, the eldest son and first child of the family.... where I come from it is considered a disrespect to call someone old enough to give birth to you 'uncle' so I settled for grandpa... Because he looks a lot like my grandfather."That's not the answer to my question" Aunt Bisi said
I ignored her and pressed on "Why did u?"
She gave in and answered "There was nothing I could have done....he is her brother..I tri..."
"If he is her brother, then who are u to her?"I asked cutting her short.
"You are her younger sister; not directly.... bt she considered you to be her sister" I said
Aunt Bisi is one of my uncles daughter, so she is not directly my aunt, she's my cousin, I call her aunt anyways...my culture has a lot of does and don't.."Yes,she is like an elder sister to me, bt even my father, her elder brother didn't say a word.... She herself didn't say anything when she was asked if she wants to go with him or not" she said, sounding a little bit annoyed.
I sighed and said "I'm sorry for sounding a little rude"
She smiled and said "No p, I knw what you are going through, but you can't directly blame your uncle for your mother's death, we all don't know what happened over there"
I sighed not saying anything
Aunt Bisi continued "Ehen, you were saying something"
"Hmm?" I asked acting like I didn't hear what she said
"Don't hmm me...you heard me"she said
"I don't want to talk about it again" I answered, looking away and staring at my feet.
She stood up from the bed and came over to my side and sat on the chair next to mine, she took my hands in hers and said gently "I know you are sad about your mother's death and probably blame the whole world or yourself for it..... The truth is that u can't blame anyone not even yourself" she paused to take a look at me and continued"Let's just take it that it was her time to go"
"No it wasn't" I said as I battled a tear that was threatening to fall.
I continued "It was not her time to die" I wiped the tears that just fell off my eyes "You and I knw that she didn't die a natural death... Because how can someone who was getting better before I left for school suddenly die two weeks later.... You said it yourself that she could walk again, she even remembered things she forgot....she was the one who saw me off to the park that very day I was to return to school. So how?"!! I said with anger, sadness and a whole lot of feelings in me.
"My dear..." My aunt tried to say, but I interrupted and continued
"I'm sorry for cutting you short aunt, but I need to know what exactly the truth is.. and that video I saw on her phone just comes to prove that she was not treated well..... And to think that my mum became blind"!! I said tearily
"My mum became blind... Like she couldn't see anything, she started weeing on herself?.... And when did all that start?" I asked
"After she was taken to my so called 'grandpa's' house" I answered myself.
"Calm down, Bimbo, we're talking'bout your uncle here, don't be rude" Aunt Bisi said
"I'm sorry aunt" I apologized with my mouth and not my heart "But, I'm just stating the facts here, even Sir Ibrahim said it, that her death was not a natural death"
She sighed
Sir Ibrahim is my stepdad, I didn't like him until my mum became ill.... mainly because he's a Muslim, bt I started liking him when I saw the sincerity in him, he loved my mum even to her death, other men for don Japa the moment my mum fell sick,bt no, he stood by her till her last breath.,.......................
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So judging from all that Bimbo said about her uncle, do u think there's enough fact to blame him for the death of Bimbo's mother??
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