PUNISH ME LORD PART 1
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“I have three children” mother continued,
pointing at the apartment she got for me
three years earlier. “This one is the
oldest one, Ayinde. Her junior ones is in
Lagos university. Please is he around?”
“Mama, I have told you, there is nobody
called Ayinde in this hostel. Just walk
down the street and check other hostels”
Brown, a friend replied her with great
irritation.
I stood at the window of my apartment
and watched my mother struggle with
five of my friends. What is this old
woman looking for. I thought to myself.
Something in me wanted to walk out
through the back door. But the anger in
me kept me pinned to the point, I
somehow enjoyed watching her struggle
and sweat. It served her right. What was
she looking for.
I caught myself shaking. Probably as a
result of the much adrenaline that had
saturated my body. Why should a young
man like me not want to see his mother.
The answer was simple. I had a
reputation to watch after. After my three
years stay in the university, I had grown
to be a megastar. I wasn’t just a rich
boy, I also was the president of FMF,
Fresh Men Family. A famous clique
known for class and swiss.
“Please do not obstruct me from seeing
my child, please my children” she
pleaded almost dropping her arthritis
inflicted knee to the stony ground as
another batch of sweat dribbled down
her wrinkled face.
“Mama, hahaha… So you know the
meaning of obstruct..hehe. Small small
oo, we no sabi big grammar sha”
another friend mocked her.
I remember that word, that was the first
big vocabulary she taught me as a child.
The ecstatic pleasure in her eyes that
night was priceless as I finally
pronounced it. Mother would teach me
the little she knew every night. Yes,
every night throughout my secondary
school years, after which she would
sneak out to work her third job at where
only God knows so as to pay Mr. Know
all, the very expensive master she
employed to coach me in all subjects.
Her wrinkles deepened with frustration
as tears swelled up her eyes. Strangely, I
was happy. The more she suffered, the
more satisfied I became. I couldn’t wait
for her to leave.
“I have not see her in two years, I
remember this house I take for him when
he said he wanted a good place” Her
hands moved in pleading motions like a
beggar asking for alms.
She then stretched her hunger stricken
neck as she managed her last strength
to close up the distance that separated
us despite the restrictions and called out
“Ayinde! My son…. Ayinde are you there?
Your mother is here o. Come out and
take me from this people that are
obstruct me….”
Gesturing to the black nylon sac that had
been sitting on her head all the while,
she proudly said “look I have garri here
for you, and what you like very very well,
dry fish with yam.. Mama kunle our
neighbor say I should give you this …..”
As she spoke, she pressed forward,
almost getting to my entrance, Brown
with great anger then pulled her back
with her wrapper. She fell and her white
undergarment showed face. Not just
that, the black nylon fell and all it’s
contents found their separate ways.
Everyone was amused and laughed.
My mother just sat on the floor too tired
and confused to talk. I saw it all over her
face. Later she initiated to stand. Her
facial muscles squeezed in pain as she
held her now stained wrapper while
rising. Almost gaining her ground, her
buttocks instantly hit the ground again.
A friend had pulled her down.
“All these witches, you won’t relent in
pursuing innocent students!” another
friend said. They then marched closer to
her and took positions around her. I
suddenly realized what these people
could do to my mother. They would strip
her naked and give her some beatings.
I immediately rushed from the window
side towards the door. I reduced my
speed as I got out.
“Tiger! Tiger! Baba Tiger …Tiiiiiiger ” this
was what filled everyone’s mouth as I
strode forward like a real tiger, with eyes
bulged.
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