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Forgetting

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Uneditted.

Operation forget Father Cheta was a go.

On Sundays, I sat between my friends, and while he preached I let my mind wander. During communion, I moved faster than usual, and then I would stand on the side of Father David. After church I would either claim I had cramps or I desperately needed to use the restroom to avoid going with my family to greet him. And immediately we got home and had lunch, I would go to my room and roll in pain at what I was doing to myself.

I paid more attention to a school than I used to. I gave myself an extra workload, making sure I was either reading or sleeping because I was exhausted from reading. But still, the heart wants what it wants a few times when I wasn't reading or sleeping I would find myself thinking of him. In my mind I had already graduated from college and was traveling the world with Father Cheta, we were looking for a country that allows Catholic priests to get married. Few times I would get a paper and start writing a letter to him but halfway I would tear it.

"Mum, what would happen if a Priest gets married?" I asked my mum during breakfast on a Saturday morning.
Ugochukwu who had just joined us had his eyes on me like I was the breakfast and not the cereal in front of him.
" Why are you asking?" She asked drinking a glass of milk.
" I want to know, there was this case I was reading on and the Reverend Father got married" I lied smiling because Dad wasn't here to say " hmm, which case?" Or "where did you get the case" or " which year".

" Well Sweetheart I don't know what the law has to do with that," my mum said shaking her head " yes I know Mum but I want to know what would happen," I asked ignoring the way my elder brother was looking at me.
" Well first he has to tell the church and then denounce the vow he took but if he doesn't do this and gets married then the marriage is void," Mum said looking at me
" but you must know it's an abomination to the Catholic Church" she finished then dropping her bowl in the sink she left the dining.

" What's was that?" Udo asked.
"What?" I asked emptying my milk into the bowl. I hated milk, evaporated, unevaporated, I hated it. It always had a way of making me sick. If I made my tea creamy I would sit on the toilet seat for close to 2hours with a rolling tummy. If I licked it as others do then the party starts in my stomach, I would throw up and fall sick. But because I needed it as a growing child according to my mum I always added a spoon of it in my tea and a lot of chocolate.

"That!" He said scooping his cereal into his mouth and munching it.

" It's really nothing Udo, don't worry," I said and with a smile, I left him in the dinning.

The view from my room has always been amazing and today was no different. I stood by the window looking at the Sunflowers dancing slowly to the tune of the wind. The Rose flowers that mum had planted so she could use them to decorate the altar were looking so red like snow White's lips and they too were dancing to the wind. My favorite of them was the small tree that looked like a Christmas tree. Back then Udo and I used to boast to everyone that just like the American movies we watched, we had a Christmas tree.
Close to the tree used to be a pawpaw tree that we practically killed with sugar. We had learned from our uncles that if you add sugar to fruits while planting it, it would grow to be a tasty fruit, and what did we know? We both had gotten a big pack of sugar, one big enough to bake a wedding cake and poured on it and slowly the bright yellowish tree with green leaves died.it turned to a brown tree with brown dried up leaves and immediately an idea popped up.