Turning Table

Part 186

*** I dont Care ***

🌹Rosetta🌹

They have no respect. They demand. They never offer. They are rude. They have double standards. They have no empathy. Everything is about them. They are exhausting and frustrating. That is just icing on the tip of the cake on how my in-laws are. Being in their presence for Three weeks was like a lifetime in hell. All I did was build my fort and tried to be its watchman I expected nothing less from them than for them to wound me with silence or cut me with words, humiliate me, and remove my happiness, they tried but failed to put me in lonely company to make me autarkic because I had my family to protect me.

So let me take you back to the day of the funeral yooo! it was dehumanizing, degrading, and plain humiliating! I was forced into a vow of silence, no words were expected to come out of my mouth, I nodded, and agreed to everything they said, I was expected to be a puppet and play the part of an obedient wife which I did for the sake of peace. I appreciated my family for not leaving my side through it all, Mom and Ntombi were very vocal and asked questions like

"WHY... WHAT... WHATS THE PURPOSE OF THIS AND THAT ... "It annoyed the in-laws to the core up until they decided to switch languages from English to their home language, Communication with them became very hard because of the language barrier but Zuko was not fazed by it one bit, the Nqeve family somehow feared him, he had that authority that only Oyama displayed, I swear to God when I say that every day I see Oyama in that boy more than I see myself in him, Sam on the other hand was silent he spoke volume with his eyes and made sure he never left Zuko side through it all. My boys were like aliens in this place, nothing about their family and their customs made sense to them so Zuko, being very Stubborn, just slashes their opinions constantly by demanding intelligibility.

He refused a lot of things, like the period of mourning I was supposed to stay in Nigeria

"Not happening my mother was no longer in a relationship with my father when he died, she is only here because legally she is still his wife, so we can honor two or three weeks grieving no longer than that"

" My mother will never shave her hair for that man she has been humiliated enough, being in jail because of him, are we forgetting that the reason for shaving a widow's hair is because if a widow's hair was allowed to grow and be tied up in a braid, it would bind the deceased husband's spirit to her and the places of his previous life, so what place are we talking about when the two were no longer in the relationship at the first place... "

When the family disputed that he plainly said that he would honor his father by doing it on my behalf, Surprisingly the family agreed on it.

Well, we finally made it to the next day of the Will reading, I was more worried about Ade not having my back because I never got a chance to speak with him since I was forbidden to leave my room or speak to anyone after the funeral, locked in my room I battle with whispers as I was hidden in plain sight, Sulking was not an option since I had to remain strong, being seen weak was only going to make my stay in this place worse than a nightmare, with my head held high I ignored how everyone I come in contact with was bluntly rude to me. The uncles never looked at me when they spoke and the aunts who speak a little English did not try to communicate with me at all. Let me not mention how Oyama's sister Ngozu, did not hide how she despised my presence; she would not even make eye contact with me. I sat there and looked down as a sign of respect, I Offered to help clean up, whatever I could do, But wearing Mourning clothes made the whole family see me as a witch, a demon, or a dark spirit I was not allowed to get too close to them, I thank them excessively for honoring Oyama's Memory and how his funeral was carried with so much dignity and respect, yep that was me making small talks just keep trying to be kind, ...but they just did not appreciate the effort. They pretty much ignore me and continue to speak in their native language.