Guilt Game

Guilt Game

“I’m sorry honey. I did wrong.”

“No baby, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that and left angrily.” Deji replied his wife with a pitiful look.

“No Daddy, I caused it all. Had I not…”

“It’s okay my boy. It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He apologised to his teenage son.

“I missed you Daddy. When will you be discharged? I don’t like the smell around here.” Adedola said with a mixed feelings of worry and disgust. He didn’t like hospitals.

“The Doctor said that I could go home tomorrow on the condition that I’d come back every two weeks for a redress.” His father’s reply lightened up his mood.

It took a fractured arm for the Adeyemis to realize their respective misdeeds.

Adedola, the only child of the family had stayed out later than usual without any tenable excuse and his father had blamed his mother for not raising him properly.

A little fight broke out and Bisi didn’t spare her husband the details. He was reminded of how irresponsible he had been as a husband and especially, as a father. According to the raging wife, their son lacked fatherly feel and training. No matter how hard she tried, a teenage son still needed a father figure to turn out better, she said.

“Then, what do you do as a mother?” Deji had yelled at her.

“What I am supposed to do as well as what you didn’t do!” She talked back at her husband again. She had never done that before. She regretted her action instantly and before she could look up, Deji had stormed out of the living room and driven out of their compound with rage. He was able to control the brake at the last minute and that was how a major accident was avoided.

The trio began to play guilt game after the accident. Deji thought that he was in the wrong for not being a responsible father and for blaming his wife for their son’s mistake; Bisi insisted that it was her fault that her husband had an accident; and Adedola felt that if he hadn’t stayed out late that night, his parents wouldn’t have had a quarrel and his father wouldn’t have got into an accident.

They all apologized to one another and promised to make amends. The mood was a happy and lovely one in the hospital room.

“Rárá oo. None of you is at fault. Ẹjó mi ni.”

Out of surprise, they swiftly turned their heads to where the voice came from. It was Deji’s Octogenarian mother, Adedola’s grandmother.

They waited to have her play.

She would probably win the guilt game. 

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  1. Well done! A very good write up! Pls check a little grammar typo error ‘his husband ‘
    Keep up the good work!

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