Two days has passed since Ayan told me about Amaor's jealousy. There has been an unspoken tension between the "children " but everybody has noticed. Tomorrow is papas small memorial and the immediate family are flying out to Morocco. Papa wanted his ashes spread across the Atlantic, on the coast of Africa
"ons nodig het 3 slaapkamers, Ek het 'n bespreking 2 nagte gelede is hulle steeds in plek?" Mama spoke , she was securing our room at the Palais Faraj in Fes.
"Mama kan ek bring Niya op die vliegtuig saam met ons?" I speak softly after she gets off the phone.
"Why?" Amaor spits darting his face towards mama.
"Mind your business. jaloers fokken teef-"
"AYODELE" mama yelled
"But if you Really want to know its Because I need her support right now. You know I'm goin' through a lot with taking over papa's cartel and dealing with his death! Or do you not understand that?oh wait you wouldn't because you're not getting it and you were never fucking around!" I say starting to raise my voice.
"What are you saying Ayodele? Are you trying to say I'm jealous? Jealous of the The baby girl that Ma was afraid of losing all those years ago when you were in the hospital fighting for your life. Jealous of you? You couldn't even handle fucking breathing and you think you can run a cartel ? When I couldn't do anything but just watch you struggle I was the happiest I've ever been in my life -"
"That's enough Amaor." Ma said quietly
"That's enough? All you have to say is that's enough? PAPA DOESNT EVEN WANT YOU HERE! He says you're his punishment from Allah for all the bad he's done . jy sy herinnering aan elke aand tot bekering " I sneered
"Do you know what kind of pain that brings on a person? Losing sleep thinking that I did something wrong. But yet you sit here and judge me! He killed our grand parents Ayodele ! He killed them " he says as if he made sense
"Are you fucking kidding me? They stole us , traveled across the world and wasn't going feed us until they got the money they wanted-"
"They didn't have to die!"
"Well they're dead dammit!"
He leaves the room before I was done . But as my daddy used to say he is the reason to repent every night
"How can you let him say that to me! A person who sits back and says nothing is just as bad as the activist . Fucking Nazi family " I spit at my mother brutally
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"What did she say?" Niya asks as I bust in the room
"It doesn't matter what she said you're going" I say ruthlessly.
"Whaa happened Ayodele?" She says scouting towards the edge of the bed.
"Nothin, man fuck him he's just jealous cause papa left me the cartel instead of him. They're all jealous that I got it ,every single one of them and it's not like I even wanted it anyway." I yell flopping on the bed.
"Dele" Niya says trying to soothe me.
"Dele, look at me" she says firmer this time.
"Look, you need to understand something if you gonna be half the man your dad was. You need to stop lettin' everyone get to you like this. You need to stop giving a fuck about anything but the business if not you gon end up like my father. Dead!" She lectures me.
"I already don't give a fuck so I don't understand what's the problem" I say confused.
"You do care ! You care about how everyone feels about Ayodele , I'm not saying become a cold hearted bitch but take shit like a grain of sand. You can care to a point but you need to understand that if you want to successful and respected in the business you in. You gotta separate your personal from your business and don't let work affect your family but, don't let family affect your work. Most likely your ma isn't jealous, she's worried. Chill out Dele but jealousy is just the start because there gonna be a lot of people out there who gon want your job or try to kill. So don't let it get to your head." She says finishing her lecture.
"Go home" I say softly at first.
"What?" She says confused
"I said go! LEAVE GO HOME!! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! I DON'T KNOW WHO IS TRULY HERE FOR ME! MY OWN BROTHER IS A JEALOUS BITCH SO HOW CAN I KNOW I CAN TRUST YOU?" I shout. she finally gets up and heads toward the door and in that moment I realized I had turned into my father; before I even got the chance to control anything.
"I'm sorry" I said running to her with tears in my eyes
"Get your shit together. moenie so 'n bipolêre cry baby nie , We're world wide King Pins ." She hugged me and I felt her smile on my shoulder
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Ayodele's decimate
Action"kry dit hanteer of ek sal dit hanteer, deur die bloed op jou hande my manne sal eet. En as daar is bloed aan myne, jy werk nie reg gedoen." I sneered into the phone. "SILLY RABBITS TRICKS ARE FOR MOTHERFUCKERS WHO READY TO DIE" I threw it into the...
