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Summary of Gbemisola's chronicles 🖋️🌊🌬️🌀
Left like he never existed.
As expected, he left again; like he did fourteen years ago... Just as she was conceived, amidst pain, disbelief and grief, he let that certain woman down.
Her father, or rather, the sperm donor, who paved for her a path of existence, into a world of depreciation. Yeah! that was her own mother, he left her to carry the burden of an unaccepted pregnancy coupled with rejection from family and friends.
Her mother had struggled then, brought her up alone, clothed, fed and schooled her with that little, peanut worth money, that she earned as a sweeper at the college. Then, he came back, after Gbemi’s three years of being fatherless and her mother out of fear of a certain rejection, accepted his apology, that was the start of a life full of pain and rejection. He came back just to leave again, but, it was as expected, like he never existed.
“Gbemi, I told you about the meeting I had with Aunty Lola and your dad was present, she wants us to get back together but I want to seek yours and your sisters' opinions first.”
Mother had sat us down to deliver this news after a hectic day at school. I was sent out again for not paying my fees and not honoring the date my mother had put down in her undertaking which had her signature and that of the principal boldly scribbled on it.
The bursar had requested for the presence of my mom,
“Call your mother with the school's phone, she should have a dialogue with the principal so she can sign another undertaking. At least, you should go back to class.”
I should go back to class? it was already 3:15 pm and school closes by 4:00 pm, yet, he wants me to go back to class. Besides, I didn't want to bother my poor mom. The woman had a long day at work and she recently took a loan to pay off our house rent that was due for over a year.
My mind was in chaos as it came back to what my mother had just told me, she wanted my opinion. With everything on ground, we could barely afford to eat twice a day, even my sisters' school fees were yet to be paid. Finally, after minutes of thoughts, I said what I thought was best.
“Mommy, let him come back.”
“Are you sure about that?” my mom had asked with her eyes devoid of any smile, I saw pity and reluctance deeply rooted in those eyes, yet they were as calm as a sea after a storm. Yet, I knew or so I thought, that it was the best thing to do then.
“Why?" she had asked, her gaze still on me, never shifting for even a second.
“Nothing, I just miss him.” I had replied, I had tried my best to make it sound sincere.
Finally, after a moment of silence, she asked if I and my sisters wanted to talk to him because he had requested it.
I laughed, it sounded funny. My youngest sister was just a few months old when he ousted us from his...
As expected, he left again; like he did fourteen years ago... Just as she was conceived, amidst pain, disbelief and grief, he let that certain woman down.
Her father, or rather, the sperm donor, who paved for her a path of existence, into a world of depreciation. Yeah! that was her own mother, he left her to carry the burden of an unaccepted pregnancy coupled with rejection from family and friends.
Her mother had struggled then, brought her up alone, clothed, fed and schooled her with that little, peanut worth money, that she earned as a sweeper at the college. Then, he came back, after Gbemi’s three years of being fatherless and her mother out of fear of a certain rejection, accepted his apology, that was the start of a life full of pain and rejection. He came back just to leave again, but, it was as expected, like he never existed.
“Gbemi, I told you about the meeting I had with Aunty Lola and your dad was present, she wants us to get back together but I want to seek yours and your sisters' opinions first.”
Mother had sat us down to deliver this news after a hectic day at school. I was sent out again for not paying my fees and not honoring the date my mother had put down in her undertaking which had her signature and that of the principal boldly scribbled on it.
The bursar had requested for the presence of my mom,
“Call your mother with the school's phone, she should have a dialogue with the principal so she can sign another undertaking. At least, you should go back to class.”
I should go back to class? it was already 3:15 pm and school closes by 4:00 pm, yet, he wants me to go back to class. Besides, I didn't want to bother my poor mom. The woman had a long day at work and she recently took a loan to pay off our house rent that was due for over a year.
My mind was in chaos as it came back to what my mother had just told me, she wanted my opinion. With everything on ground, we could barely afford to eat twice a day, even my sisters' school fees were yet to be paid. Finally, after minutes of thoughts, I said what I thought was best.
“Mommy, let him come back.”
“Are you sure about that?” my mom had asked with her eyes devoid of any smile, I saw pity and reluctance deeply rooted in those eyes, yet they were as calm as a sea after a storm. Yet, I knew or so I thought, that it was the best thing to do then.
“Why?" she had asked, her gaze still on me, never shifting for even a second.
“Nothing, I just miss him.” I had replied, I had tried my best to make it sound sincere.
Finally, after a moment of silence, she asked if I and my sisters wanted to talk to him because he had requested it.
I laughed, it sounded funny. My youngest sister was just a few months old when he ousted us from his...
