chapter one :Breath of air
You are late again!Mom said with a look I knew too well. I know mom ,it's not my fault that we find ourselves in this nasty and poverty-stricken place you call home where we have to go in queue to take our bath. I spewed out in anger. Baaba!!
What? I turned to my brother, he knows not to call out to me when I get my mood swings none of them experienced what I had seen and none of them will understand.Fine if this is how you want to play it. Well miss sharp tongue it's your fault we are in this , remember it's you that got us here you killed your father! I stood there unable to move ,I knew she would use her ace card against me , I killed my dad, our father and her husband. Had it not been for your selfishness he would still be alive and we wouldn't be here so spare me that. You are also to blame ,I don't get to take all the blame,maybe just maybe if you had tried to be someone better like father we wouldn't be in here ,all you did with your life was making babies what was in your mind when he always went to work while you only waited for him to provide you with your every need and turned yourself into a baby making machine while you could have used your degree for a change. Paah!!! Her heavy hand graced my cheek shaking me to the core ,once again she is mother and I don't get to talk back at her. Caleb stood still with his spoon dangling in his hand ,Betty looked at her porridge with stale bread like it was one hell of breakfast that's when Kwesi found it appropriate to burst into shattering wails loud enough to resonate throughout the slum,it's a pity he has to grow up without a father and struggle to make it in life in this hellish world. Off to school you three! But mom!Not now Betty. I picked up my bag hanging on the rickety shelf and hurried out . I wanted nothing more than to leave everything behind and run but that wasn't an option. Money be damned ,one is useless without it. B. B. I increased my pace as Caleb called out my pet name.He is running now . Stop already. He pulls me back with my bag altogether. Snap out of it B, all these white movies are getting in to your head , that's no way to speak to ma . Yes I'm being motivated by the movies I see so what? It's bad , we are better than them. Oh really,the last time I checked they also think of us as low lives. And they also have parents who think about the future before giving birth to four kids without any insurance. Stop comparing yourselves to the whites B. After school go apologize to ma ,da won't be happy up there knowing you said all that to mother. It's... It is his fault. I know that Caleb,it is either mine or his . I got lucky to be the last born no scratch that the alleged last born ,I got his attention and his love making me the enemy of everyone. That's not it B. Then what is it ? I'm tired of this Caleb,I need peace.
