Getting helplessly rooted and stuck in a spot and without a means of escape coming, Ariana wondered why her life was hard, despite being born with a silver spoon. Every road she toured led to a series of crossroads. Little did she know this all pointed to the fact that she wasn't of the realist's world, No wonder it never sat well with her And sooner than later, she realized that she didn't belong in the world of her mother and 'father' but, belonged in the world which she thought only existed in the lengthy pile of books on her shelf. Like she never would have thought, her world began to revolve around a mystical parallel universe And from here, the story begins ...
View MoreThe next day at school, during the training at lunch break as usual, Uncle Robinson read the rules to us like he always did before going into the lesson:Be punctual to training (It's either you eat your lunch earlier or eat it after the training). Coming late to training lessons attracts punishmentTraining lasts for two hours everyday. 30 minutes during lunch break, and one hour, thirty minutes after closing hour between the hours of 1:30pm-3:00pm. On no account should you leave the school premises except the training lessons are over for the dayWhen you're asked a question, you're mandated to respond as soon as you can.Do not eat during the training hoursThese were the rules for the time being. I decided to break all of them, and so when Uncle Robinson asked me a question, I acted like I didn't hear him. I also brought some of my leftover food to the hall and ate so openly. My other competitors warned me but I was hell-bent on getting disqualified. Uncle Robinson and the other t
Joe didn't appear to me in human form like I envisaged; he answered my questions in a dream. I woke up with mixed feelings because Joe's response elicited both joy, surprise, anxiety and fear in me. Besides that, my second dream that night was totally bad. It was not new to me, yet it was still scary. It was the dream about mom's baby dying. That would be like the third or maybe fourth time I would see mom in my dream, with a baby in her arms but she looked sad and tears streamed down her face as she stared at it because the baby in her arms was no longer breathing.I was not the type that dreamed. In fact these dreams would be my first ever since I was born. They were spectacular dreams, and I was not as confused as I thought I'd be, because the two dreams were interwoven. In my last letter to Joe, I had asked him what the significance of his white pouch was-the small bag he left in my room before he passed away. It had taken him a while to reply me. Probably he was trying to decide
The next day, I woke up earlier than anyone in the house, mostly because it was my birthday but also because I was returning to school. I had my bath without any help, cleaned up and dressed up. I sat at my desk and took out Joe's white pouch, the one he left in my room on the last day I saw him. I kissed it, smelt it and after staring at it for a while, returned it to its rightful place. Then I thought of what i can do to set my mood well for the day. I wanted to be in a good mood. I decided to send a message to someone faraway hoping for a reply . Remember that superstition I believed in? Yeah, that.I designed a kite and affixed a message at the top. It was a letter to Joe. This is how it read:"I hope you're doing great up there, buddy. I am returning to school today after weeks of mourning your death. I want to be strong, I want to make mom happy, she's been worried about me. I want to live for both of us, and I promise you, Joe that I'll avenge your death. I don't know how to d
As soon as mom alighted from her vehicle, she started up the hallway stairs with one of the luggages. I carried the other. Cameron was not anywhere around but as we both climbed up with our luggage and one baby strapped to her chest, and the other in a baby carrier which she pushed as we walked, we heard a phone ring, and Cameron answered the call. He was inside the house after all. And we could hear his footsteps approaching us in the hallway. He must have heard a car drive into the parking lot. Mom went over to click the switch in the hallway and the lights came on. He needed to see how much of a beauty she was, even after having three babies(me and the twins)-- three beautiful girls. Then, with her shoulder bent backwards, and her chin raised, mom walked farther into the house towards my room. He stopped mom halfway by standing on the way."Hey" he said, smacking his lips. It was obvious that he liked what he saw, but he also looked shocked and confused."Hey too" mom said and pa
I was sleepy but I tried to keep myself awake. I checked the time on the wall of the hospital, it was about half past 3am. Or was it 2am? I didn't see because my eyes were already blurry. Mom had been inside the ward for an hour or so. Jack was fully awake, watching over me. God too. Lol. He noticed that I was sleepy and offered to take me home but I told him not to mind, that I was fine. He asked if I was hungry but I said no, even though my stomach was rumbling. I just wanted to sleep but I wanted to see the baby first. I wanted to be sure mom was okay, including the baby, and I could tell from Jack's confused expression that he as well as I needed to know what transpired between mom and Cameron, how she got to the foot of the tree, how her phone's screen broke, and the streak of blood from her leg? For now, she had to be fine first. They had fought again, obviously. Only God knew what they fought over, this time. But deep down, I was glad that the baby in mom's stomach was not aff
Cameron returned home at exactly 6:45pm that evening. To my surprise, he embraced mom tightly, until she yelled that he was hurting her belly. They both laughed as he apologized, and for some reason, I loathed that moment. I just hoped in my mind that he'd not hit mom again and she'd deliver the baby safely. "Look at you!" He said laughing. "Ain't you just a strong woman, carrying a whole human in your tummy! Or are they two? When are you due, babe?" He asked. I wondered what kind of husband he was. He didn't even know how many months his wife had been pregnant. The pregnancy he put there."I'm 32 weeks gone, Cameron" she said going back to the kitchen and Cameron walking towards his room. I walked past him towards the main door, and he pulled me back. "Your daddy is back, little big thing" he said. "Are you behaving at school?" He asked. He actually did bend down to my height to look at me closely."Get your hands off me!" I yelled and stormed out of the house. He turned back and s
I didn't go to school the following week because I was waiting for it, and because I was still very sick. And it came. Mom came into my room, hugging me and trying not to cry. "Be calm, darling. You really need to be, there's something I need to tell you" She helped me sit up. Mom was already on her eighth month running. The pregnancy I mean. Cameron was still not back. "What is it mom?" "Your friend, ...your friend, Joe..." She stuttered, trying to look all right."Joe is dead?"I asked carefully. She nodded slowly, unable to process everything. Now the tears ran down her face freely. "How did you hear it?" I asked. Mom was surprised to find me calm."Someone told me this morning. I went there to confirm it, you were still asleep when I left...I ..." She broke down in tears and i just watched"Mom, don't cry please" i told her. "It's fine" i already knew. I didn't say that to her. He already told me. He told me he was going to a better place and there was nothing anyone could do
It was so cold outside...so I just cuddled myself under my duvet. I caught a cold the previous night, and coupled with fever, I felt so sick. I was determined to stay indoors throughout that day. My head was throbbing, and my eyes had this heat that made me uncomfortable. Mom had given me some pills before she left my side. I hated how I was feeling and mom was sorry. I was so sick and she wanted to take me to an hospital but I refused. I didn't think it was that bad, besides, I preferred my bed to the hospital beds. She knew it was because of the stress she had been making me go through. "Ariana, get me this, go there for me, pull me up, massage me, bring me some water, do it this way" all those errands wore me out already. I just wanted to be left alone. I was only a child. Mom stayed by my side for hours, apologizing: "I'm sorry, darling" she pleaded. Even when I told her it was fine that she could leave, she still stayed by me. "Please forgive me darling""Mom, it's not your fau
The week after my encounter with Uncle Robinson (Sword) was lonely. Every day grew lonelier than the previous. I dreaded school and coming back home after school was not even helping that much, because most of the kids went on a holiday during the week, and so there was almost no one to play with. I didn't even have the mind to play. I was not free. I grew restless everyday as a result of my experiences. Whenever I wondered where the kids went to, I would ask their parents for the umpteenth time. "To their Granny's or Grandpa's", their parents would say whenever you asked them where their sons and daughters were. It was lonelier because mom was not usually around when I needed her. She left for work in the morning, around 8am and didn't return until late into the night. She basically had her day off home. I wonder who was she always out with. Could it be that guy?? She was pregnant for God's sake! But she didn't care. She always returned home tired, but happy. You know that feeling
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