Journey To Queerdom ✔️

JEZEBEL FOR A SISTER

I must warn you parents, giving a Primary school child a mobile phone, especially one with ready online services might be detrimental, except if you trust your child.
   My dad trusted me too, but the mind always wants what it wants, in my case the mind was bent on ruining itself. It did actually, somehow I was always with the phone trying to access one adult page or the other, when it seemed almost impossible I resolved to Facebook, which was very popular then, and yes it gave me all I wanted.

    ‘Julius, Go and Barb your hair, it's bushy.’  My mom Instructed.
    “Okay ma.” I yelled from my room, with my eyes still fixed and my phone.
    After about thirty minutes, She realised I'd not left the room, you trust an African mom. She had badge into the room with this thick wooden spoon for stirring.
     “It's this phone that's you're problem right?”
     “No, o. ” I said slipping the phone under my pillow.
     ‘Ba ni wire.’ she commanded.
   I was very much surprised, was she jealous or what? Also that was definitely not the right time to hand it over, considering what I'd been doing with it. Common, don't judge, you'd do same.
    ‘Julius, Daya…Biu…Ukwu…Hudu ’ she counted.
    ‘Gashi’ I immediately switched it off and handed it over.

       'Phew, that was close' I thought.
     ‘Ga, Kudi, ka je Haski ’ she said dropping a five hundred naira note. Then, I didn't know what she'd said, I was still poor at Hausa. Though, it was clear she wanted me out so, immediately I picked the money and walked out, when she added.
   ‘Kai, bring my change back o - infact, Ka Seya Mun Akamu, Deri Biu .’
   ‘I don't understand Hausa o’ I grumbled.
   ‘Mai?, I told you to take Hausa in school you refused, If I call Jane now she' d understand.’
    Jane, who was privileged in the language and never hesitated to correct me was out of her room already.
   ‘She said you should buy  two hundred Naira, Pap from her change.’ Jane said.
   “Eh, Madam thank you.” I jeered her
   “Yes, that's my girl. Buy her biscuits, when you're coming back.”
     ‘Nagode.’ she said teasing me.
   
     I was too smart to be messed with I had to pay back, I couldn't beat Jane, cause she held one of my greatest secret then. No, o Not that, How'd I tell a Seven year old girl I'm gay? Even if I would, definitely not Jane. She'd held me to ransom though, I had to do her assignments and sometimes forfeit my fried Plantains in my lunch box for her in school days for a silly little secret. Yes, she was much of a Jezebel.
     As I walked from the Saloon, I strategized my plans, I just bought the Akamu and realised I could hike the price to my mom, thereby reducing what's left for Jane's biscuits. So I bought the hundred Naira biscuits quite alright but I'd eaten five already, It's funny how stolen stuffs are yummy. As I walked home I tried to wear a serious face and rehearse my lines.
   “Mommy they said Akamu is two fifty now o…No, I'd say… Mommy, Akamu is two fifty, I just went to embarrass my self. Yes that's what I'll say.”
  
    And that's exactly what I said, atleast to my mom. To Jane, I teased her as she ate the three biscuits, yeah, my mom later guilty and had me get two.
  “Only me seven biscuits.” I said devilishly.
  ‘Liar, you don't have money, you can't deceive me.’ she said.
  ‘Hahaha Even you go believed me, Akamu is still two hundred.’
  ‘It's a lie. You just want to console your self. ’
  ‘Okay o. Just ask Mary, your friend it's from her mother's shop I bought the Akamu and all the biscuits then ate the five and brought five back home’
   “Bla, Bla...I don't want to know” she said blocking her ears.
   “The Biscuits was sweet eh” I kept teasing.
   ‘Leave me alone.’ she said
   “Nobody is holding you”
   “Leave my room” she warned
   ‘Or what? See the dirty room’ I said intentionally scattering her well arranged clothes all over the room.
  “Mommy!’ she yelled.
  “Keep quiet, you want to tell her that I ate the biscuits? She won't believe you.” I said spanking her

     Jane didn't want to believe me, even though she knew I wasn't telling lies. I wanted to get her pretty upset for making a fool out of me, and excelled at that. The worst was yet to come, once my dad comes back, she'd welcome him by saying
  “Daddy Julius don't know the meaning of….It's me that told him, ask Mommy.”
  And my mom would gladly Concur, I only thank God my dad wasn't the type to jeer people, and maybe cause of his work stress, he'd just say :
  “Next time we're going to the Village, you won't follow us.”
Then he'd walk into his room, shower, eat and sleep.
     I was expecting one of those ‘you won't go to the village…’ talk as I went to greet him, in his room but nothing he just asked me how preparation was for the examination and warned me about phone obsession. My mom must had reported me to him. But, Little Jezebel didn't.
   ‘Well, she's getting Nicer’ I thought as I laid on my bed about to sleep when the room's door was suddenly opened. It was my mom.
    “What is it again?”  I said quite loud
   “Is it me you're talking to like that?” she asked furiously. The look she wore told me she'd some how found out I embezzled her fifty Naira from Jane. Did I say found out? Jane must had told her rather. Which ever, I was in deep shyyt
    “Kneel now here” she instructed.
Without hesitation I did, only to raise my head and see Miss Jezebel peeping and  smiling with her tongue out, through the room's door.
    “Where's the pankere ?” she asked Jane.
    “ I didn't see it.”
     “Oh, He has gone to hide it?” she asked rhetorically but I answered anyway.
     “No, o I didn't hide anything”
     “Shut up, Jane go and bring your dad's belt”
   Belt??? If your dad or mom was a soldier you'd know what my dad belt looked like, it was gonna leave a lot of marks on my back.
    “Be quiet and don't wake daddy up o, if not I'll deal with you too” she cautioned Jane.
    “Okay.”
    “Or just leave it, I know you'd wake him. Go to the back yard I cut cane for me”
     At the sound of this I was consoled, when it comes to beating I prefer sticks to belts. But why was she so concerned about not waking Dad?