Special seventeen

A dream to tell🌜🌛

          It was only just a dream
which is from the subconscious
     It plays as in a film
So in my consciousness
i told myself it is but a dream.

Joanne how could you have done something as stupid as that, mum said angrily.

But what's wrong in that, i just gave a junior to give it to her, i said nonchalantly.

It only aggravated her more.

Leaving your sisters food with someone else does that sounds safe to you, mum replied, her eyes creating sparks that only me would notice because it was directed at me.

I didn't say anything, i was equally angry too and not ready to admit i was wrong.

But mum you know i didn't want to go to school, i finally said.

So you'd prefer your sister to starve for your own selfish reasons.

I mentally rolled my eyes at that, one missed lunch wouldn't starve nobody.

But mum..., i started to say.

Enough!, she said raising her hand. 'Hope you've boiled yam so i can just fry sauce'.

No i didn't, you didn't ask me too,you said i could take garri, i replied confused.

Then what did you do all day, mum said.

Geez!, when you don't go out you are officially turned into the housemaid.

Mum will not look at the things done and appreciate instead she'll be fishing for the mistakes.

If one thing was sure it's the fact that i had swept the whole house and mopped, also fetched water and filled every single bucket and i intended to point that out when mum waved me off.

Go prepare spaghetti, I'm stressed out, mum said walking towards her room.

I simply nodded and darted to the kitchen feeling bad.

I had wanted to tell her about the dream when she attacked me with questions.

I and my mother can't really be said to have a bad relationship but we also can't be said to have a perfect mother and daughter relationship.

Mum is what one could call a good mother. She plays a good part in our upkeep and she makes sure we never lack the necessities but there are this little little things which might come under the term ''not necessary'' that matters a lot.

I love her and i know she loves me too but i guess we both have a complicated way of showing it.

That's the thank you i get for bringing you food, i said to princess who stood by the door looking guilty.

I didn't mean to tell her, I didn't know she was going to be angry.

When she asked if I got my food i just said you sent a boy to give me, princess said.

Indeed, i replied sarcastically walking past her.

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'Delicious', dad said as princess got up to pack the plates from the dining.

'who prepared this food let me know who to thank', dad continued passing me and mum a questioning look.

Joanne prepared it, mum said apparently pleased.

She had left cooking to me because she was exhausted, she had decided to cook spaghetti and of course that was my specialty.

I sat there beaming,  for mum and dad too complement something, one must have over done it cuz to satisfy my parents is near impossible.

Joanne is ripe for marriage then,  dad joked.

I assisted joanne in the cooking, princess chipped in.

Then maybe princess should get married, dad said teasingly.

The first meal her husband will eat will probably cut his tongue out with how salty it will be,  mum said.

We all burst out in laughter except princess who wasn't finding it funny.

Not fair mum, i can cook better than anyone in this house, princess grumbled.

You know yesterday night i heard sounds and i had decided to go get my cutlass when i listened to the footsteps and decided it had to be an 'amateur thief', dad said obviously exaggerating.

"Lo and behold" our one and only madam 'i don't have appetite for food' was tip toeing to the kitchen to steal our food.

Mum laughed heartily same with princess, but i didn't because it brought back the memory of the dream.

   Dad, it wasn't like that.
i woke up early because i had a terrible dream, i only decided to eat to kill time not because i like food, i said miserably.

You had a dream?, dad questioned.

Yes and it was terrible, i replied now i had all their attention.

I narrated every single detail including the fact that i once dreamt in the same pattern two years ago.

The look on my dads face changed from realisation to fear to anger and something else i really couldn't decipher.

Mum looked perplexed, while i and my little sister just stared at them like they were new toys needing observation.

Dad..d, I said jolting him from his reverie.

Joanne go get my bible, let's have our evening devotion, dad said looking all stern.

Okay dad, i said flummoxed.

Joanne, mum called as i handed the bible over to dad.

'Don't worry, it's a bad dream and it signifies backwardness but it will never come to pass'.

Amen!, i and princess chorused.

Now let's pray, dad said meaning 'decorum'.

It's been quite a while since we last had such a long devotion.

I was dozing real bad till i heard the last prayer point.

"Every generational curse either from my family or my wife's family, let it be broken now in Jesus name", let's open our mouth and pray dad thundered.

My parents were praying fervently and i joined closing the questions that were bubbling in my head.

"could this prayer point be related to my dream"

I had always known kneeling down to pray was a bad idea because there laid princess her head on the chair, her knees to the ground soundly asleep, probably already in london.

Mum and dad bade me good night, leaving me with the hard task of lifting this fat girl to our room.

Okay, she isn't really fat, let's say 'weighty girl'.

Yes she has weight especially when she's asleep.

I practically dragged her to our room when all efforts to wake her was futile.

She kept on muttering this         'un-understandable' words.

I changed my mind, she couldn't be in london cus i understand english probably china.