THE FAMILY DINNER

Clean Plates

Welcome to the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading so far. 🙌🙌

OLAMIDE'S pov
The breeze blew mercilessly. What I would do for a hot cocoa now. I sat on a chair really close to the window at the airport, hands in my purple hoody. The white guy_ what was his name again?  John. John he said. About an hour ago, he was a perfect stranger. Now he was talking to me about his high school. I wonder if the world would be a better place with alot of Johns. Open and simple minded. Less with the nosy part though. When I came earlier, I wished it was deserted but then that's too much to ask for on Christmas Eve.

I've switched off my phone. I don't want to see my mother's --i mean grandmother's threat messages.

Olamide oluwatoyin Phoebe better come back home before I come looking for you !

If you like stay in that useless boy's house, all your belongings are outside waiting for you!

Are you mad gan?  Look at the time! Where did you go to??

That spirit that is following you, I will personally deliver you!

Don't kill your mother.. Please come home.

I sigh.  I can only imagine!

I wonder what she is doing. How are our lives going to be? I'm not sure I can live with the fact that Shola is my mom.

Hurt creeps to my chest and tears try to disgrace this sophisticated grace I'm trying to hold on to.

Going to Amsterdam, I can get a job. Thank God I have a  result to show.  I can use from that money and further myself with O 'levels. When I get enough, I can go see my uncle Sammy,  Dad's junior brother. I think he resides in Denmark.

I sound stupid. I didn't have a plan for running away.

You're just useless.

Shola's voice echoed one too many times in my head. Thanks mom, you're the best!

I stand up to join the line Ive been avoiding. I've been intentionally stalling so I can talk myself out of this. 

Maybe it's the right thing..

Maybe it would be better if..

"Olamide!" Now her voice sounds real.

"Olamide " I turned towards the direction of my name. It's real .

There stood my mom, Shola, Wole and Dad.

Wole was the one who ran to me first. I adjusted my backpack protectively.

"Olamide.. " mom called again.  I should leave the line.

One officer came to meet her to tell her something

She eyed him "My daughter was running away and you are here telling me to keep my voice down???! Weré!"

I felt eyes on me. Heavy judging lagosian eyes.

As I came closer, their conversation became clearer.

"Madam please respect yourself or I would have to walk you out to cool off. "

She looked at him in a way that says you-are-beyond-stupid. 

"let me tell you something young man, I will shout if I want to shout! She is my child. I don't think you carried her for nine months Abi did you?? "