Hours past. The malicious experience went down the drain. I was still surprised at how easy it was for me to forget the early day’s experience probably because, I face it almost everyday. It has become part of me.

What surprised me the most was that even my mother seemed to had forgotten about the incidence. Her face now wearing a smile with no evidence of the anger and rage which clinged to her face like a leech.

I was instructed to go to the kitchen and do the dishes. I know what you might be thinking, ‘I broke a plate while doing the dishes which involved in another roind of beatings’. No. That wasn’t the case. Infact, nothing of that sort happened.

The day continued just like every other day. At this time, my dad was at home. We were all in the parlour. Me, my dad, my mum, and my junior sister called Asake although, i prefer calling her Asa.

‘The way this country is going ehn, only God can save us. Killings here and there’ my dad said to no one in particular over a mouthful of...