INTERLUDE (i);

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once upon a time, i was who my youngest brother is now -

the gold standard; my father's favourite. despised my wicked witch of a mother and her misery. worked hard for validation and little else. 

did not eat. did not cry. did as i was told.

at some point, the script flipped:

my grades fell. my arm broke. my paternal grandmother went home to nigeria.

it was then i, realised i was not the protagonist 

because of it, screamed at my father i hated him and earned myself a slap. never said it again but the setement was always there

which is to say: 

for me, childhood was no coming-of-age story. (those are resevered only for boys) rather it was the set up, the backstory -

that informed the rebel(lion) i am, today

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