KASARACHI
Kasarachi - Episode 34
(Tell it to God)
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"Heiiii You! What exactly are you doing in my house....?" I asked boiling with fury
"Calm down Kasarachi. I understand your anger but I believe we could talk about everything amicably later. For now, come inside and eat and rest first!" Mummy Osita said holding the gate open for me and uncle Okafor to come inside the compound.
Uncle Okafor refused to come in, he said that it was getting late already and so there was not much time left before it got very dark. He wished me and mummy Osita a good night's rest and promised to visit us the following day in the evening.
I nodded in understanding and then after wishing Uncle Okafor a safe journey back home, I went inside through the widely opened gate. Mummy Osita closed and padlocked the gate afterwards.
Waow! Waow! These were the two words that kept escaping my lips in bewilderment, when I saw the inside of the compound.
The house was beautiful! It was neatly floored, painted in sky blue, and designed in a simple manner but yet so exquisite!
I was busy admiring the beauty of the house that I momentarily forgot about my anger with mummy Osita.
I'm sure you are wondering why I am angry with this woman....? Let me tell you why.
I am very angry with mummy Osita because five years ago, she deceived mama and I.
This woman lied to my mother who is her friend and that deceit in the long run almost led to me losing my life in the hands of a dangerous human trafficker like Don!
Mama Osita knew very well that her sister Aunty Tochi was not a hotel owner and yet she advised mama to send me to her in the city.
This is not merely an assumption because Aunty Tochi confirmed this to me herself when I oneday asked her out of curiosity.
I am wondering if her intention was to turn me into her sister Aunty Tochi's puppet or what....? How am I even sure she didn't know about her sister being a tout and also sexually attracted to females....?
Well this is the reason I am angry with her and I believe my anger is very much valid!
I mean what if I had become a l£sbian in Aunty Tochi's house....?
Or got stranded in town after her sister threw me out using thugs....?
Or worse still I had dïéd in Don's hands....?
So many what ifs. I wouldn't want to start imagining what could have negatively become of my life if God hadn't changed everything to be in my favor.
I am boiling in fury and I have a dozen questions to ask her. I would love to hear from her why she lied to mama about her sister owning a hotel when it isn't true!
Mama is her friend for Christ sake so why did she advise my mother to expose me to the instability in the city...? Now she is in my house and acting all saintly in front of me!
Well I don't even blame her. It is mama I blame for still choosing to remain friends with someone like this woman even after I told her everything over the phone while in Canada.
I earlier made it obvious that I hate her guts and I am glad she understands this already!
"Where is my mother and why are you the one opening the door for me instead of her or are you living here now....?" I asked her flippantly and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if she said 'yes she is staying here'.
Mama is a kindhearted person and can be annoyingly generous sometimes. She loves having people around especially the ones she loves and trusts like mummy Osita.
"No I am not living here Kasarachi. It is only when your mother who is my closest friend insists on me staying with her during the weekends....that I do agree to stay over for a few days. And for your other question...." Mummy Osita answered calmly and paused to clear her throat before continuing
"....your mother is inside the kitchen trying to fix what you would eat. I was helping her before she asked me to help with the gate. Kasarachi I know you are famished, so all you have to do now is to eat and then rest!" mummy Osita said gently and somehow I could dictate that tone of care in her voice.
"Why are you acting and sounding like you care about me like my mother would...?"
"Of course I care about you Kasarachi. I may not be your mother but I am concerned about your well-being as a mother would"
"Ma'am spare me the pretence please. We already know that you don't care about me and I doubt you even understand the meaning of that word 'mother'. You know why....? because a mother would not have exposed a daughter to danger like you did to me five years ago!" I said accusingly
"Relax Kasarachi, I do know you are angry with me and you have every right to be.... considering what my sister Tochi made you go through in the city. You're wrong about your assumptions though. You know already that I have a son who is older than you and a daughter who is exactly your age....so I totally understand what being a mother is!" Mummy Osita said conclusively and then we both went silent afterwards.
Mummy Osita was leading the way to the house in front and I followed behind her.
We reached the front of the house and she pushed open the iron door. I went in first and then mama Osita came in second.
"Mama! Mama! Mama ooooooo. Your daughter is back home. Mamaaaaa...." I called out happily without sparing time to look around the sitting room.
I just want to meet my family first before any other thing. Chaiii! It has been soo long. I last saw them physically six years ago and virtually during video calls in Canada.
Mama leaped out from an area of the house that from the arrangement of chairs and tables, it seems like it is the dining room.
"Kasarammaaaaaaa. Oh my God!. Jesus oooo. Nwam nwanyi oma. See my first fruit. You are finally back home to your mother" Mama blurted out all at once as she threw herself on me in a tight motherly hug.
"....Nwam, nwanyi oma, Ada bekee m, nwam Canada welcome back home to mummy. You don't want to start imagining how much your siblings and I have been anticipating your return...right from the time you called this morning to tell me that you were on your way down to Nigeria..." Mama said beaming with smiles as we gradually disengaged from the hug.
"Thank you Mama. I have missed you, Judith, Osinachi, Binta, and Chika. I was looking forward to seeing everyone of you as well. Sincerely, I am very happy to see you looking so beautiful and healthy. Ah ah mama! It seems like you've not added in age for the last six years!" I said excitedly.
Mama chuckled slightly before replying to me
"Ada m mara mma I am the one who is more happy to see you after six years of being away. Look at how you are equally looking very fresh and beautiful. You've also grown so big and taller than me ohh...." Mama said smiling and at the same time she was turning me around dramatically
I was chuckling and feeling so special as a result of all the praises and accolades that mama was showering on me.
Mama Osita was standing in front of us and was smiling at Mama's affectionate words to me. After a few minutes, she moved over to the dining area to continue arranging the food plates from where mama stopped.
"Mama stop it already please. You are hyping me too much. How am I taller than you nau" I said whilst smiling noticeably.
Mama's next words got me cracking up in a loud hearty laughter at what she said to me
"Hype ke....? Honestly Kasarachi I am not lying about your freshness oh. Infact, I am overly thankful to the God I serve that those oyibo people were taking good care of you and then they gave you back to me alive" mama said rolling her eyes dramatically.
What mama said also reminded me of Mrs Sharon since she is the woman who had taken me in and took good care of me. I am just praying that she wakes up from her bad state, because a genuinely kind woman like her doesn't deserve to be in that condition.
I didn't even realize that my mood had drastically turned sour as a result of the change in my thoughts. It wasn't until mama called out for my attention that I realized how I was momentarily lost in my head.
"I don't know what is now occupying your mind but please Nwam...forget about it for now. You can gist me all about it tomorrow but for tonight....I want you to come to the dining table and eat your food....so that you can rest. And guess what Kasaramma....?"
"You know that I am not good at guessing Mama. So tell me, what is that mama....?"
"Well it's nothing much. Just that I prepared Jellof rice that is well garnished with chicken specially for you" Mama said happily and she was equally pulling me by the hands to the dining area.
I was smiling as I allowed myself to be effortlessly pulled by mama to the table. It has been a while since I tasted her food and I am glad to know that she hasn't forgotten about my favourite food which is Jellof rice.
Before I could pull a chair to sit down, mama had hurriedly done so for me and gently told me to sit which I did. She said I should relax and not stress myself with doing anything since I had just gotten home.
From all indications, it is quite obvious that mama hasn't changed in her manner of pampering me with her words and actions.
In the past, I detested the treatment she poured on me because I felt like she was undermining me by treating me as a kid.
It was when I arrived in the city of Lagos five years ago and had nobody to treat me as tenderly as my very own mama does in the village, that I became more appreciative of everything she did for my siblings and I!
Even when I got to Canada, I still missed her loving and caring treatment so much. Over there in Mrs Sharon's house, I was the housekeeper taking care of my employers, so that special care and attention that mama usually gives as my mother wasn't there.
It is only God who perfectly understands how much I have really missed this loving woman who has done nothing less than love me genuinely right from the first day she gave birth to me.
Mama has always been our formidable support system after father's death. She usually made sure that we weren't feeling the vacuum as a result of father's demise and yet she was always so looking strong.
No wonder Prince Nico Mbarga in the 1970s sang this iconic song "sweet mother, I no go forget you, for the suffer wey you suffer for me..."
I mean just tell me how I can ever forget my very own Mama....? I thought within me as I smiled genuinely
"Mama where is everyone....? Aren't they supposed to be here to welcome me....?" I asked calmly as I looked around me
It is at this exact moment that I heard a collective shout of "SURPRISE" behind me.
Turns out my siblings all four of them were hiding behind the curtain that is covering the dining room window. Obviously, they wanted me to ask about them first before revealing themselves to me as a surprise.
Look at you mischievous beings! I blurted out fondly as I beckoned on them to give me a hug. I have missed them so so much!
They've grown taller, fatter, and look more matured facially. From their faces, I could recognize and differentiate between them.
Chika and Binta the youngest amongst us are now taller than before and in body shape they looked not too slim and not too fat.
Judith who was the slimest back then is now so chubby that if not for her face, I would have mistaken her to be someone else.
Osinachi was busty in the right places and it got me wondering what she is eating. Well she's sixteen years old now, so it is actually normal. I just hope that all of these small boys aren't disturbing her too much ohhhh.
We hugged each other for a while before mama jokingly told us to disengage so the food wouldn't get cold because of our hug.
All of us including mummy Osita sat down to eat our meal and at the same time, we as siblings were chitchatting without a care in the world.
Mama kept trying to lecture us on how it was bad table manners to be talking while eating but we paid her no heed. She eventually had to stop rebuking us when she observed that we weren't ready to listen
After dinner, I was asked by everyone to go and rest and then tomorrow I can gist them on everything that happened in Canada.
I heeded their advice and followed Osinachi to the room that was delegated for me.
Osinachi showed me to a room and opened the front door. It was really dark inside when we walked in.
Then she left me alone in the dark room after wishing me a good night's rest.
She closed the door behind her and that is when I realized that she had gone away.
I later found the light switch in the darkness. It was at the wall very close to where I was standing near the door.
My eyes bulged in bewilderment and my mouth opened in awe the moment I switched on the light to view the bedroom that I was in! Oh my God in heaven!
My room was tastefully decorated to my liking with a king-sized bed in the center. I particularly loved the grey color it was painted with, as well as the four flower pots at the four corners of the room, and the nature portraits that were hung on the hall.
After walking around to admire my room for a few minutes, I entered the bathroom, took my shower and retired for the night.
As I slept that night, I had a dream of being pursued by an unknown face yet again. The surprising thing is that it is very similar to the exact dreams I had while in Canada.
When I woke up the following day, I prayed against the dream but I couldn't help being in a sullen mood. I couldn't even eat the breakfast that mama made for me properly.
How can I do that when my mind is not at rest...? I kept wondering what was going on!
Lord I thought that since I have now been deported back to Nigeria, that these dreams would stop so why is it still reoccurring....?
(Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH'S HEART stories)
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