Episode 4
Dinner was ready and served. Give my sister the credit, she could cook you if you turned to food. Dinner was fried rice and jollof rice,salad, moimoi and Turkey,I didn't take much because I knew dinner won't go well or maybe because I planned to make it hell.
Father sat like a king on the biggest chair and mum Sat at his right hand beaming and blushing with sheer gladness I wanted to slap her. God,I hated them.
My sister Sat quietly at his left hand,eating and frequently picking calls from several managers and celebrity. She lived the lifestyle my mother loved while I hid behind books.
We said the dinner prayer and mum asked us to fill our glasses to make a toast. The table had three drinks; American honey, 5alive and a family bottle Coke. I filled my glass with the alcohol. If I was going to do something stupid let me do it with a mind that didn't care about its outcome.
We held our glasses while mum filled hers
"Let's make a toast to the return of my lovely husband and caring father of my children. May your return being bliss to our family" my mother kept looking into his eyes the whole time. The display of affection was too obvious and it began to give me ideas.
Maybe mother had begged father to come back perhaps it wasn't his wish nor will. It was all mum's scheme.
We clanged our glasses together and drank our drinks. Everyone dropped their cups on the table but not me. I raised it high and left it to drop. It crashed on the floor with a loud crash and shattered into a million pieces.
Mum looked at me with rage,my sister opened her mouth in shock and my father had that calm all-is-well look that I always hated.
I wanted him to be angry but he was a useless play boy. He knew this game better and I was in for everything it took to get him out of our lives for good.
"Are you insane?" Mother looked at me like I fell out of Mars
"I am not the one who is insane on this table,someone else is"
Honour your father and your mother but f**k that, that man wasn't a father he was an animal and a thief.
"Rhoda,you have no right to refer to father in that manner" trust my sister to always use my English name,she was our Nigerian Americana but I was glad she knew who the other insane person on the table was without further question.
I looked over to the large table. Father was smiling and I couldn't take it anymore.
I stood up and left the dinning even though I was terribly hungry,I'd rather starve than dine with the devil and his two demons.
I would sneak into the kitchen in the night and fix myself something to eat buy right now "I've had a good dine with the devil mum,he will hurt us all again. That's his talent!"
I knew they would hear and that was the plan.

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episode 3
Everything about him was different. It seemed like it was only minutes ago when he left the house,shattered my mother's dreams and led to our financial breakdown.
But its been eight years.
Eight years of terror.
Everything was different about him. He had changed his hair cut and his beard was only a day sprout not enough to make him a bear gang. His tan skin glowed under the white fluorescent. He looked like an angel though you might think it was effect of time but it wasn't. He seemed like a familiar stranger and even his aura was peaceful.
Okay okay I admit I am crazy about psychology, horoscope and human study. I know about zodiac signs,how they react,who they are compatible with and can define their aura. If I wasn't a writer,I'd have been a psychologist but even now I write about psychology and human life.
Eight years ago when the times were dark,I tried astral projection but never actually soul travelled. Once mum caught me and cursed me for involving in witchcraft but what did I ever do right?
I was the evil child she carried for almost eleven months instead of nine and spent the money she planned to use for her luxurious shopping in the united States for a caesarean section.
Now Dad was back to the family he ruined before he left and mum just let him come back into our lives like nothing had happened.
She gave him a big hug and I watched from behind the door how he winced and hesitated to hug her back. The hair at the back of my neck rose in irritation and anger How could she not perceive his deception? I knew his motive for coming back.
My mother ignored it or maybe she was just blinded by "Romeo and Juliet" love.
His return was trouble and it hurt that only I could smell it.

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Episode 2
I had learnt in frustration that moments like this required nothing but silence. It got my mum mad and boiling with fury but things wouldn't get worse. We wouldn't get in a heated argument and my life wouldn't be miserable for another week not that I wasn't depressed enough.
I picked up the knife without looking into her eyes but her aura was all over the room,I almost suffocated. If I uttered a word she would pounce on it and God knows what would happen next.
Their stare pierced my skin like a needle as continued chopping the vegetable pretending they weren't in the kitchen.
I always felt hated and everyday I tried to adjust and tell myself it was going to be better.
I knew it wasn't close to being good at all.
Ever since my sister became a celebrity model,my mother worshipped her like a Greek goddess. Maybe she was a Greek goddess and I admit she was very beautiful, tall and flawless. Her hair was jet black and her complexion was divine no one would believe she was born in Nigeria by completely Nigerian parents. Her pupils were light brown that light brown that looked like they had the answer to every problem.
It made her seem innocent of all crimes,she was the amazing daughter who paid the bills in the house and I was the lying suicidal kleptomaniac.
My mother resulted to sulking around the house because I didn't give her the fight she was always ready to return. As she ranted all over the place about things that weren't my business I kept chopping.
Then she hit her pinky toe on the flower vase by the corridor, it took the help of my ancestors not to burst into laughter.
Just then,the door bell rang.
It was the visitor we all anticipated.
It was the start of something new.

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Episode 1
It was noon. My sister was just being the lazy whimp that she is with ear phones in her ears looking out the kitchen window while I chopped the fresh vegetables mum bought from the market. I disliked days like this when my mum and my sister were home together. Mum would nag around the house with my sister supporting her and making me feel incompetent and useless.
But again I had to choose between my mother's continuous anger or the alternative i hated.
Suddenly the bad memory came to me in a quick flash almost like a trance. I stopped chopping and held the knife. Slowly tracing the sharp edge with my finger tips.
My face turned pale as I recalled what he did to me.
How he left me in the dark and how am yet to find the light and get out of self pity and rage. The rage that made me imagine thrusting the knife into his belly like in a ceasaran section. I hungered to have his kidney in my hands,I wished to tear him open and remove his heart and feed it to the dogs.
He didn't deserve to live,how dare he even breathe at all.
I ignored the fact that I was looking towards my sister and continued tracing the knife gingerly with evil written all over my face. The knife prickled my fingers and blood trickled out but I didn't feel the pain.
I was in the kitchen but my mind was far away. A thousand miles away planning murder and human mutilation.
I wanted him to suffer as much as I do. Because even though it seems i am healed. I still suffer and struggle with nightmares and weariness each time I recall how stupid I was to have let him manipulate me all those years.
It was bad enough that i looked like a witch in the black dress licking the cut on my finger but worse when mum came into the kitchen and grabbed the knife from my hand and threw it far away from us. My sis jerked and looked back as the knife crashed to the floor.
Mum had that look,she had misunderstood me again. Her suicidal daughter wanted to kill her favourite daughter. She just saved a soul.
If only she knew the soul she saved wasn't my sister.
If only she knew the soul she saved was the soul of good in me.

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