Our house was one big, beautiful bungalow with a big yard outside. My father had planted two mango trees and a guava tree just at the edge of the compound.
We had several chicken coops around and a few goats that we raised together with my youngest sister. We were well to do so to speak.
My father was a school teacher and a respected figure in our village. He was a go to man, the kind were everyone sends his or her problems seeking advice or solutions.
He loved us all and treated us all well but my eldest sister Zainab was the apple of his eye. Typically, she could do no wrong and my mother had no say whatsoever.
My father presided over the very many occasions that were conducted quite frequently I might add, I won't lie though I did enjoy the perks that came with my father's prestige. Having to go to many weddings, Hakika ( baby forties??), village meetings, school graduations, maulid celebrations to mention a few.
I am sure my dear reader, you will be asking why so much about my dad?
A decision he took affected my life in a strange way which made me a person I am today.
My mother was a lovely person. Full of laughter, jokes and songs never a dull moment around her. She made the most amazing sweet dishes, kissed our booboos away, scolded, spanked us when it was due, chased away the village boys who used to taunt us, listened to our problems in short she was the best mama in the whole wide world ( which mama isn't?).
Back to me now, as soon as I opened the main gate my mother immediately called out to me and quickly got me chores to do. My sister's wedding was coming up and everything had to be perfect.
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Paradise In Distress.
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