On Sunday mornings, I enjoyed being woken by the soothing voices of my Aunt's church choir on radio but on this particular rest day, things weren't the same. I could still hear their voices but it was mixed with the banging of a door and the articulation of a violent woman. The same woman that shared both parents with my biological father. The previous night, I forgot to wash the utensils I used in eating because I got engrossed in texting Zach and retired to my bed when I got too lazy to keep sitting upright.
Instead of telling me to wash the plates nicely, she chose to publicize what happened and accused me of disrespecting her because she chose to cook for me, even though I did 'nonsense' with my friends and returned home late, not caring if she'll have errands to send me. I should have seen that coming because she had lots of informants in the street. But despite what happened, I didn't allow my mood to be ruined. I wore the same gown I wore for the party to church and my church friends loved it. They even asked to take pictures of it and get the contact details of the designer.
When I returned from church, I focused on preparing for my first paper which was Civic Education so I no longer had the time to reply to Zach's messages on WhatsApp or check the number of people who already liked our party pictures on Facebook. My goal at that point was to answer all the revision questions I prepared for myself perfectly and get the difference between the definition of a mandatory road sign and a prohibitive road sign because I was mixing them up.
At last, Aunt Tolani appreciated my efforts. She fetched the right amount of water we needed to survive in the house without complaining and sent some other kids in our neighborhood to help her get the spices she needed to cook dinner. To reprimand me for what happened, she cooked nourishing noodles with sardines for herself and gave me the raw ones to cook, without any spice to garnish it. Since I had no other choice, I ate the noodles and went to bed. I didn't even have the time and energy to cook so I just crunched it like a snack. As early as 5 am, I was back on my feet because I had the intention of revising the things I read for the last time. I was aware of the fact that I had limited time to do that in school.
"Babe, what's up?" Omma greeted the next morning. She was the first student to arrive in our class.
"Wow!" I exclaimed because she was known to be a 'perpetual' late comer. It didn't matter that she only lived a few miles from the school building.
"I'm now a born again", She bragged.
"Hmm....This one that you're in school early. Are we safe?" I asked, having forgotten she was trying to memorize something when I came in.
"No!" She threw her book on the floor frustratingly. It was an eighty leaves note whose hard cover had the picture of a stallion.
"You better take it easy" I picked up the poor book. "Iwe matan, eyan loma ku", I joked to make her laugh and got the needed reaction. She laughed so much that she almost cried because she didn't expect that kind of response from me.
"I feel like my brain's going to explode! I've not slept since Saturday!" She complained.
"Someone has boy troubles", I teased her.
"See who's talking!" She said to make herself feel better.
"You sef know we're incomparable. Unlike you, I'm not dating someone and still crushing on another person", I teased.
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