Erin is a Normal girl who lived all her life in America not knowing she is actually from Nigeria.
She looks at her passport for the first time and notices that it is green and when she opens it for the first time only to realise that her full name...
I'm going to continue from where I stopped in the last chapter but I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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How did I get myself in this situation. So here I am watching my first ever real cousin getting beaten by her Father's cane and I wonder has she always been like this,causing her parents unnecessary trouble and why the hell was she in a guy's house for up to 9 hours doing God knows what. Well the torturing finally stopped and she was really weeping I wanted to help her but it was like my ass was glued to the chair so I didn't bother standing up. "Go and clean up the guestroom for our visitors." Her Dad said after he disciplined her enough. She turned to me and looked at me with tears streaming down her face then she stood up and ran away. "Sorry you had to witness that" Her Dad apologized. "No problem, I was brought up here so I know how a Father is supposed to discipline a child" My Mom said and gave Uncle Akin a small smile. I just stood there replaying all the things that happened in my head and oh remind me never to sneak out of the house ever.
After Ire finished cleaning the room, she assisted us in carrying our luggage and bags to the room. I went behind her and as we entered the room it was a spacious room that had a mat on the floor for decoration and a big bed. It had nice paintings on the wall that looked so real. I walked over to the wall and started to trace the paintings on the wall. "Do you really like it?" Ire asked me. "Yes they are so beautiful" I replied. "I did them myself but it is not a big deal it is very common in Nigeria except this is your first time here" she said . "Well actually yes this is my first time here" I said and turned to her to give her a small smile. "Hi I'm Oluwapamilerinayo " I said introducing myself. "Oh I know I have heard stories about the Odeshina family and I know about my Aunty Toriolorun and I know you are my cousin" she said and gave a big smile although her eyes were still very red from crying. "Well I am Ireoluwa, like you probably heard while my Dad was shouting at me" She said and rubbed the place on her hand that was beaten. "I'm so sor-" "No it is okay I don't like when people have pity for me" she said cutting me short. We talked for a long time and then she asked if she could take me on a tour round the village and I told her yes. We were talking when my Mom came inside our room. "Hmmm it looks like you two have gotten to know your selves very well." She said and a yawn slipped out of mouth. "But right now I am so tired all I need to do is sleep". She said and we vacated the bed for her and went to sit on the mat. We continued talking and I found out she was a year younger than me and she is not as bad as I thought she was. We finally went to bed around 1:00am after what seemed like hours of talking.
The next day
"Rise and shine princess" My Mom said hitting me with a pillow. "No I don't feel like and it is Queen to you"I said and quickly grabbed my pillow to hit her back and then we started a pillow fight. After the pillow fight we were both exhausted and then we started talking. "Mom why didn't you mention that you had a sister before?" I asked her. She faced me and said: "I thought it was not important because I didn't really appreciate my family and I hated them because they literally sold me to an old man and mind you I have 3 sisters. Ashake, Omoronike and Tirenioluwa but you will get to meet the others." She said and ruffled my hair. We got out of bed and went to eat breakfast. They served us another local dish. ~Moi Moi /mo-ee mo-ee/ ~ogi /o-gi/
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Moi moi. But thankfully we used cutleries and my Aunty explained to me that they only use their hands to eat special food called swallow. "Mmm... I missed this" Mum said while taking her over sugared ogi(it is not going to be okay during her time of the month). "Yah and we also have lots of time to catch up on everything. And I told Mama that you are here she would like us to visit her tomorrow. " Aunty Tireni said and it made my Mom smile. "What about Papa? Does he know yet?" Mom asked curious. "No we couldn't tell him. We didn't know what is expression would be." Aunty replied. Everybody stayed in silence until Ire broke the silence. "Papa and Mama please I was planning to take Pamilerinayo on a tour round the village." She said and that made everyone stare at her. "Um Tope could follow you" Her Mum said. "Who is Tope?" I asked curious. "Oh she is a friend of your age". Her Mum said and smiled and then I heard Ire sigh. "Tope is not my friend because I am betrothed to her brother Mum wants me and Tope to get real close since we are going to be sister in-laws." Ire said sadly. "Wait you are already betrothed to somebody at the age of 14?" I asked her. "Yeah you get betrothed to somebody when you are matured, apparently my parents think I am." She said and sighed. "So when are you getting married?" I asked still curious because that was what ruined my Mom's youth. "When I turn 16" she said sad and I felt bad for her. "If I had a way I wouldn't marry into that wicked family just because they are rich." She said and that made her Dad hit the table hard. We all stared at him as he was boiling with anger. "Look young woman, I wouldn't stay here while you abuse our in-laws". He said angrily. "Well everyone in the village already knows the truth about their family so if you want to sell your daughter into an evil family just for the bride price, then go on". She said as she stood up to leave the table what a very very wonderful breakfast. "So who is your betrothed?" Her Mom asked me and that made me freeze in one spot. And then the question came to my head now that I am in Nigeria would they just marry me into one rich family?
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Right now I feel so bad for Ire having her childhood spoilt by marriage. That is very wrong and that is one thing that a 'few' Nigerian parents do. They marry their daughters into one rich family so that they could chop (eat) out of that family's fortune. If you are one of those people who are forced into marriage I am advising you now to stand up for yourself and get a voice so you wouldn't be one of those people with a ruined childhood. Rena_Keol04.
