Jide
The familiar sound of my phone's ringtone woke me up from my 8 hours slumber. My hands shuffled lazily on the bed in search of my phone. Chief Oluitan, the name shone brightly across the screen. It was my father calling.
Me: Hello Sir.
Chief: Hello Jide. It just got to my notice that my secretary forgot to update you about the changes for our mid year board meeting. The date was moved, it's happening this weekend. You have to fly to Lagos tomorrow with your report. Have a nice day. Goodbye.
Me: Goodbye sir.
Short and precise, a brief summary of my relationship with my father. My father and I had a rather estrange relationship. I spent a greater part of my childhood pining for his attention and a much greater part of my teen and early adulthood years despising him. Now what I felt for him was unknown, it was a feeling I didn't want to acknowledge but it had hatred lurking around.
I glanced at the wall clock hanging above my bed, it was seven in the morning, I stood up to enter the shower when I heard a noise coming from downstairs.
Is Rita here already
"Rita!" I called. Rita was my house keeper with a house this big for a lonely bachelor I needed someone to look after it.
"Rita!" I called again, approaching the foot of the staircase. I moved forward and the familiar heart shaped face of my aunty became visible.
"Ahh aunty is you. Good morning aunty"
"Kaaro Jide" she said smiling. She preferred I spoke to her in Yoruba.
"Ekaro Aunty Taiye" I laughed. Aunty Taiye was my mother's very identical twin sister. As a toddler I had issues differentiating them. She had my mother's brown piercing eyes, her pointed nose, her light skinned complexion and her bright smile that could lit up even the darkest room. She was also slender like her but after pushing out four kids she became fatter compared to her glory days.
"I didn't know you still had the keys to my house"
"Of cos I do, why do you think your fridge is always filled with delicious meals."
"I should have known Rita could not cook efo riro that reminds me of Aunty Taiye" I laughed as she joined me.
"Why don't you join us for dinner, its been a while and besides you don't want to spend today alone, it's better spent with the people you love "
June 10th, the day I dreaded the most. June 10th, fifteen years ago was the last time I held my mother in my arms . Her departure caused a void so deep I became a bag of nothingness. They said time heal all wounds, fifteen years was such a long time but the wound her death caused was still as fresh as a daisy and the memory of her lying in a pool of her own blood was forever stamped and stagnant in my memory
"Fifteen years and it still feels like yesterday" I nodded sadly.
"I miss her" Aunty Taiye let out a sad painful smile.
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Romantik"You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets" ~Nikita Gill Ireti Alabi is a young woman in her late 20s scarred with a past that leaves her with broken pieces of herself. She hides her pain beautifully beh...
