My house.
I woke up to the voices of my children, my husband's voice singing for them in the sitting room, it was such a happy sound I sat down in bed and looked at my picture frame, I couldn't believe that the person I was seeing was me, I stood up walked up to the standing mirror before me and stripped my clothes off staring at myself...it was actually me.the marks were still there, the one In my four head was still there, every single of them was there.
As I stood and watched tears. Strolled down my eyes..I wasn't crying because I was happy or sad, I was crying because I was remembering things, remembering things that lead to my marks.. remembering my mother who was the biggest cause of it and my father who was my savior, I staggered and fell on the bed and it all was rushing back to me. I had a family where we were comfortable, not that we had riches but my father made sure we never lacked food, even though we might lack other things, my father worked his ass off in other for my younger siblings to attend school, I was 12 at that time I was done with primary 6 so I stopped in order for the other siblings to continue.
As long as there was food I cared less, we were four in number, my elder brother was doing boi boi in onitsha he's been there for years now and we haven't heard a news about his settlement. now we were not that peaceful especially my mother..she was the kind that wanted everything that every other rich wife owns, all kinds of cloths, wigs, handbags, gold earrings and bracelets and every other thing.but my father couldn't provide all he was a struggling man and my mom never ever lifted a finger to support him even though she owns a shop were provisions were sold.
It was a hot afternoon when a big car arrived in our compound, and coincidentally or intentionally my mother was at home, the owner of the car came out and she walked to my mom who went to her."my dear sister you are welcome" said my mom." Thank you my dear how are you doing nah".she replied."I'm fine ooh come inside". They came inside our sitting room and my mother asked my younger brother to go get a drink for her from the shop. she called me In the sitting room and started asking me questions."my dear you know you love to go to school and your father and I can not afford it, so my sister here will take you to aba to stay with her so you can go to school".I was speechless for a moment but school rang in my head.."school". Yes I will go" I was excited unknown to me this is the beginning of my chaos.i was just excited I didn't think I rushed out to tell my friends about it.
Amaka was the first person I told about it, then proceeded to tell ifunaya, they were all happy, amaka even said she wanted to go with me funny right, we were supposed to know better since we were 12 already but we were ignorant innocent kids.my little brother came to call me that my mom said I should come have my bath that we are leaving immediately, my friends started crying. Anyway I quickly rushed out with my brother I needed to go no matter what.
At home after dressing up and packing my bags I asked for my dad, my mom quickly answered that she already informed him and he was too busy to come see me off ,that he was happy and approved for me to go.i sensed that something was wrong but as a desperate kid I just wiped it off my mind."my dear please take care of yourself over there do whatever it is your aunty said you should do, don't be a pain in her neck and remember always praying" said my mom."yes mama thank you.the woman called me to come enter the car so we could reach on time,I was just happy too happy to think about anything.we set out on the journey to aba City.
My name is Amara and this is my story.