GRIMACE 1
My
joy knew no bounds as I made my long-awaited return back to the
village after my adventure to the city to seek greener pastures
there. Life was not rosy back then for us and being the first child I
needed to take responsibility to liberate the family from poverty. I
couldn’t wait to see Papa and Mama again after almost a decade
since I set my eyes on them. They have been on my neck for me to come
back home since I left, but I could not do that especially when I had
nothing to show for then. But surely this time I was hell-bent on
coming back to share with my family the fruits of my labour. They
anticipated my homecoming and were excited when I told them I would
come during the festive periods to spend quality time with them.
I
arrived the village on Christmas Eve in my newly acquired Zenza car,
looking good and in stupendous wealth.
“Is
this how city life can transform someone”, papa quizzed
when I alighted from my car.
They
were shell-shocked about my wealth except for mama in particular who
was silent and didn’t seem excited about my homecoming. Rather she
was suspicious about my wealth as both her words and actions depicted
so. Everyone wondered why she was being indifferent, but she only
responded by saying:
Mama’s
words were deep and threatened to spoil the happy mood my presence
created, yet the joy was still short-lived. There was sad news as
they told me about the demise of Oguchi, my twin sister while I was
away. They couldn’t muster the courage to tell me about it as they
feared I would have lost my mind if they had told me about her demise
on phone during the times I called. They felt I would have killed
myself considering the fact that both of us were very close. All
throughout the night I was restless and couldn’t sleep as I cried
my eyes out for the loss of my dear sister. As much as I tried to lie
to sleep, pictures of her and the good memories we shared together
incessantly flashed through my mind. I was terrified and out of
sorts. My homecoming became uneasy. Things came to head as I
incessantly refused to heed to both papa and mama’s words for me to
go to my late sisters grave to pay my respect to her. I couldn’t
just bring myself to doing that for fear of what might happen. But
only if papa and mama knew what was going through my mind. How can I
tell them what I am going through? It is much more than they can
imagine…
To
be continued…
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