Growing up as a child was one dreadful experience, having to know and live with a very hateful and bitter father, but thankfully, had a loving mother who in her loving way made things easier and much more bearable. Will bring you all the full gist on that as for now, I want to talk about a more recent experience in a place I call home.
Woke up yesterday feeling so fly that I took it upon it upon myself to look extra fly myself. I went through the day…first to work (a place where I have been working for over two years without any form of payment, but due to my love for the media world, I kept doing what I love doing for the TV house), and then to school much latter in the day (as am still a student…part-time version).
In all, I won’t say i didn’t have a great day cos right from the beginning of the day, I was in a fantastic mood, got to the office where people kept complimenting my looks (makeup, outfit, swagg and all other things *wink*), and not forgetting my grand entry to class. All in all, it was an epic moment from beginning till end. Did I just say end? That must be a mistake as the end just didn’t end well.
Got home late (as usually) only to meet my mom outside the house at about 10pm. According to her, she had a late family visitor and after seeing him off, came back home only to discover that my dad had locked her out. As unbelievable as it sounded, we both decided to wait for him to finish up his night devotion (cos there is this strict rule of not coming around or making a sound once he starts his prayers…he says it will scare off the holy spirit who is assumed to be present at the devotion).
The night saga started after their prayer, my younger brother came out to open the door only to be stopped by my dad who has made up his mind not to allow either of us into the house. Well, my mom but since I happen to be out also, I was also counted among those to sleep outside. Thinking it was a something that can be easily resolved, my brother went to talk, plead and even tried to reason with him to make him open the door…all of which fell on deaf ear. It got so bad and noisy at a point that my sister who somehow woke up at that time and came out to know what was happening, got immediately beaten up my the bitter man of the house who was looking for who to vet his angry (frustration’s more like the right word).
So noisy was the event that sleeping neighbors were woken up and each came to our apartment to know what was happening and on learning the situation of things, took to pleading with the bitter big man which as usual got nobody anywhere. Mind you, all this while, my dad was both exchanging words with my mom, stating his case to the gathered neighbors…and also taking his dinner. I just couldn’t help but give it to him, I mean he’s good. Doing all three activities with his mouth as the same time, mehn, that’s something. When all plead seem be be like water being poured on rock, I had to take my mom downstairs to a neighbor’s apartment to chill out while some neighbors kept pleading the “main man”.
It was not until after past midnight that we were told to come upstairs that “our man” has decided to open the door…after waking up the entire neighborhood and alerting them of a simple matter that could have be resolved quietly…even without we kids knowing.
As grateful as I was to be let back into my room…and bed, I woke up this morning feeling like someone going through a hangover. Either ways, am grateful though its really telling on my work performance and right now, am feeling soooo dizzy and feel like returning to my bed.