Ever since I came in late sunday morning after going out with Deja and Anaya, my father's been furious. He barely even looks at me now. The silence finally broke, but not in a good way.
"Last time mi check, mi a mi own big woman," I said bluntly, feeling the tension snap inside me.
"Yuh nah pay nuh bills in yah, nor contribute," he shot back, his face hard with frustration.
Hear yah mi shame
"Because you won't let me!" I shouted, matching his anger.
"A come inna people place when yuh feel like, a dress how yuh feel like," he said, his tone loaded with judgment. "A act like yuh some dutty gyal outta road, and we never raise yuh like dat."
Chileeeee
His words stung, but I bit back. "Maybe mi nuh want live di way yuh raise mi! Mi tired fi live under pressure fi mek yuh look good," I fired back.
My mother walked in, looking between us, confused. "Weh di loud noise inna mi house fah?" she asked, trying to diffuse the tension.
"She seh she a har own big woman an' free fi do weh she like," my father said, turning to her. "But everything she do yuh mek it slide, so now she out deh a act anyhow. Mi nuh want see har name or image inna di news a embarrass me! Mi cyaan have mi daughter a behave reckless outta road."
"Is that all this is about?" I said, unable to hide my frustration. "How mi life look to people? My life is more than what people think, yuh know! Mi nah live fi please you or nobody again."
Yeah gyally!
"Samira, yuh nuh understand!" he bellowed. "Mi a politician! People a watch every move di family mek, and dem will talk! Yuh know how dat look pon mi?"
Dats all him care bout kmt, image
My mother, trying to stay calm, said, "Yuh father only a try protect yuh, Mira. Out deh nuh easy."
I shook my head. "Protect mi? Protect mi from wah? Mi tired of all this 'image' talk. Mi just want fi live life like any regular person. Im tired of living in the public eye, tired of acting perfect fi please people who nuh even know mi!"
"Yuh nuh see what it tek fi mek it inna dis world?" my father shot back. "Mi fight hard fi reach where weh mi do today and mi nah mek cause a yuh dutty behaviour we lose everything"
"Then maybe mi cyaan stay here anymore," I replied firmly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "Mi a go find mi own place an' move out by di end of di week. Mi nah live fi please nobody but miself."
My mother stepped forward, worry creasing her face. "No, Mira, yuh nuh understand how hard it is out there. You can't just step out an' think it will be easy."
Umm, why not? Im working ain't i and i save every paycheck i ever get and use fi unuh money do everything else.
But I was done. "A time mi live fi miself," I said, my voice strong, even though my heart was pounding.
And with that, I left, not looking back, feeling free yet weighed down by the reality of what I'd just done.
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TO BE CONTINUED.....
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