I can see that you are very interested in my life. Well,my name is Franklina but almost every one knows me as Lina. Why? Because it feels so weird to have people call me by my full name. Like you know..?
I have two sisters,Crystal and Mia. Mia-beautiful and simple right? I was so surprised when my mother decided to name her Mia. She told us that her last child's name would be so sophisticated that people would need Google to pronounce it.
What? Stop looking at me like that. That's exactly what she said. But you know how parents can be sometimes,they will brag so much about something but act like they never did when the time comes for them to the thing.Now let's move on to Crystal. Crystal is the second born. She is one of those people who are always happy and find positivity in almost everything. I mean EVERY SINGLE THING. You could literally be dying and she will be like "Well looking at the positive side of things..."
Like I mean,WHAT POSITIVE SIDE OF THINGS? IM DYING FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
The beautiful woman who gave birth to us is called Alice.Then,the bastard of a father is called Andrew. He is the reason why we are in this situation today. He left my mother for his secretary when she was pregnant with Mia. After months of enduring physical and verbal abuse,my mother asked him to get his life together or she will file for a divorce. He told her to file for a divorce as he was tired of seeing "her fat and lazy self walking around the house and doing nothing." A few weeks after Mia was born,things got so bad that she filed for a divorce. The bastard got his lawyer to defend him to take a greater portion of the money they shared in their joint bank account together with the the house and the boutique my mother owned.
In short,it ended in tears.
A few minutes after the drastic scene the woman put up,my mother walked in from her recommended ten minutes walk looking tired. Getting a cup,she poured some cool water from the clay pot and chugged it down.
"Sedinam",she called me by my middle name, "Ama's mother said she saw some woman walking out of here,who was that?"
That woman never minds her own business.
"Some woman came here demanding for her money. She said if we don't give it to her in five days time we will curse our existence."
"Did you tell her we won't be able to have it in five days?"
"No...."
"You must be mad. You didn't tell her to come for it later than that and you are acting so unbothered?"
I stared at her,not knowing what to reply with. You see this is the problem with African parents. They always find fault with every single thing. In my head,I was rolling my eyes so bad,but I knew I could not do it in front of my mother.
I mean,she has a problem with her legs,but I know very well that her hands are perfectly fine,and I don't want a slap this hot afternoon.Distracting our perfectly awkward conversation,Crystal walked in holding my little sister's hand and banged the door loudly.
"My friend go back and knock." I said,pissed. She needed to understand that this was Africa,and manners like this was key.
"Girl chill,like I mean,looking at the positive side of things I would have come to your rescue if you were being robbed or something."
Rolling my eyes,i continued to fold the clothes I was folding before the woman knocked on the door. My mind was spinning as I knew that we might have to go to bed today hungry again. Last night,Crystal and I starved ourselves to bed just so my mother and sister could get something to eat. Crystal being Crystal,she insisted that she was fine,as she was trying to lose weight anyway.
I knew that she was lying,as I could hear her turning and tossing from hunger on the raffia mat we shared all night.She was one of the invisible forces that gave me energy each day to get up and work to feed the family. I had tried to take my life numerous times,but Crystal's positivity was like a little voice at the back of my head which kept telling me that everything will be alright.
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End of second chapter. 769 words..I promised it would get longer right? Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Keep liking,commenting and sharing. See you in the next chapter!Xoxo,
Arianna.

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