BOOK 1: NINE YEARS OLD

BOOK 1: NINE YEARS OLD

CHAPTER 1
I KILLED MY GRANDMOTHER
I killed my grandmother because she was wicked. She w CHAPTER 1
I KILLED MY GRANDMOTHER
I killed my grandmother because she was wicked. She would always call me names.
“Silly girl” she would say, “You are a mistake”
It is true I was given birth to before marriage but I never thought myself to be a mistake. Granny really hated me, she also hated my mom because she did not have a university degree. She would look at my mother with disgust which made my father uncomfortable
“You have no right whatsoever to treat my wife that way” he would say
As if that was not enough, her only daughter followed her footsteps of hatred for mom and I; cohort, I tagged her. Regardless of all these, my mom remained calm and wise which left my dad to do the defense. Well, I was just the little girl who took insults.
A Sunday night, we were having dinner with my other two unces and cousins. On a normal day, my mom and I will not eat meat because aunty Sade and granny did not seem it for to give us, today was different, there was meat on everyone’s food including mine and mom’. On the chair which I sat, I looked at mom but she was acting normal as if everything was alright, all the adults were gisting ‘happily’ which was strange to me, ‘how could mom act this way? how dare aunty Sade smiles? How dare my dad nod his head in agreement? Why is there so much happiness?’ It felt fake and wrong. Fury ran through my mind, the fury so hot it could boil water, I hit the table with my right palm just like they do to call order in the law court, immediately I had their attention, I said calmly, boldly and firmly,
“Grandma, why are you so wicked and full of pretense? Do you not know that you will die soon” I starred at everyone firmly and they stared back in absolute disbelief, their mouths ajar and eyes widened.
“Please do not say such things, Maria” said my mom
“Oh, so you want to kill my own mother with your witchcraft, it will not work o, you will not kill my mother. Boda Dayo, so this is how you will watch your own daughter insult mommy, she has bewitched you right?” Screamed aunty Sade
My dad who was fondly called boda Dayo by aunty just sat on the chair, his face like a confused lawyer. My uncles had no words to say, just facial expressions and granny? Well granny was totally speechless. I studied everyone’s face and noticed the pandemonium. With my food untouched, I just stood and left quietly to the bedroom with a smirk on my face, knowing fully well that a ton of insults will fall on my mom on my behalf. Well, I left.
The following week, mom, dad and I had a sleepover at a family friend’s house, we had a nice time. In the morning by 8am dad’s phone rang,
“Hello Sade” he answers with a yawn somewhat irritated to be called like this early in the morning. “Good morning to you too… What happened?… You say what?! Mummy did what?!! I am on my way” he cut the phone with shaky hands.
“What happened to mommy?” Asked my mom, her eyes widened with concern and worry. With a scared face, dad replied, “she was rushed to the hospital an hour ago, unconscious too. That was all I heard from Sade”
“Let us quickly get to the hospital then”
We said our goodbyes without breakfast and rushed to the hospital.
At the general hospital, we met my cousin, uncles and of course my lousy aunt, apparently, they got to there before us. My uncles were pacing at the reception, my cousins had the worried look and aunty Sade was on the floor, she was wearing her nightgown and an Ankara wrapper tied loosely around her just above her breast, her hair was scattered and her face was swollen; I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, “so dramatic”
“What exactly happened? Someone should please tell me” my dad shouted with an angry face
“Excuse me” a voice spoke from the counter, it was a small shaped lady with a deep blue top and trousers, in her left pocket hanged biro covers of blue and red. “Excuse me, this is a hospital and your noise is a bit too loud, we have other patients here please, if you’d be this loud, kindly go out in the compound and discuss, thank you” she said politely but firmly, a nurse in training, I guessed.
We all took her advice and went outside though, mainly because she was polite. Aunty Sade explained amidst tears. Just early in the morning, grandma had taken her usual morning walk when she fell into a gutter and hit her head making her unconscious, she was rushed to the hospital in 10 minuites. She was in the emergency ward.
My cousins who had believed granny was the nicest granny on earth were already teary, my uncles were worried, my dad was pacing and my mum, well my mum had her hands on her chest, her lips moving, she was praying; and me? Well, I was observing, observing Aunty Sade who was saying things like, “mummy cannot die o, at least, not now, I’m not married yet, mummy is still 68 years, ah! Mummy must not die o” one of my cousins held her and kept saying “its alright, its alright” but, lousy aunty won’t keep calm or reduce her volume. I was both crossed and pitiful.
“Aunty Sade” I said calmly as I met her eyes with mine, everyone was now quiet, even she was quiet, all waiting to hear what I got to say, “why are you crying? Save your cries till when grandma dies, then, your tears will be useful. Don’t worry, you do not need to wait long for that. Right now, you are just disturbing the hospital. Save your cries aunty” another level of silence occurred immediately as they all stare at me in awe. The sounding slap on my bony face broke the silence, aunty Sade charged towards me but I stood there not reacting to the pain of her slaps and hits.
“Your mummy is the one that will die! You are just a witch, a witch! Ah, Boda Dayo, you have given birth to a mistake ooooo”
Everyone was equally upset, my mum shook me saying the words, “Maria! Why?! Why?!”
My uncles said words like, “our own mother?”
My dad just watched with his eyes largely opened, and his entire face with mixed feelings
“Operation successful!” We heard from outside. Silence. A doctor was done with an operation, my dad charged into the hospital, spent about 3 minutes, then came out with a blank face
“Is mummy awake? What operation did they perform?” Asked my lousy aunty
“Sade, it was not for us, the operation successful was for another people” answered my dad. Everyone sighed deeply and sadly except me of course.
We were just in the compound when another doctor came out to meet us, “The Ogungbades I suppose?” Our surname he had called. Well, he asked to see the first child and sons, my dad being the first followed him as they took few steps away from our dweling. He whispered something to my dad, then slowly, like a robot, my dad turned to face us as he walked towards us.
“Mama is dead?” he said with a sad face as if asking a question and waiting for us to answer. Another grave of silence followed for about 3 seconds when I broke it.
“Now you can cry aunty Sade”
As if waiting for a command, aunty Sade burst into a more lousy tears, lost her balance and started rolling on the floor. That was not my problem, my problem was when she accused me of killing grandma, calling me a witch.
I gently replied her and every of my extended family, “I did not kill grandmother, I am not a bastard, my name is Maria and I am not a witch” I turned away, I was going home myself and of course I was sad grandma had died.  Would always call me names.
“Silly girl” she would say, “You are a mistake”
It is true I was given birth to before marriage but I never thought myself to be a mistake. Granny really hated me, she also hated my mom because she did not have a university degree. She would look at my mother with disgust which made my father uncomfortable
“You have no right whatsoever to treat my wife that way” he would say
As if that was not enough, her only daughter followed her footsteps of hatred for mom and I; cohort, I tagged her. Regardless of all these, my mom remained calm and wise which left my dad to do the defense. Well, I was just the little girl who took insults.
A Sunday night, we were having dinner with my other two unces and cousins. On a normal day, my mom and I will not eat meat because aunty Sade and granny did not seem it for to give us, today was different, there was meat on everyone’s food including mine and mom’. On the chair which I sat, I looked at mom but she was acting normal as if everything was alright, all the adults were gisting ‘happily’ which was strange to me, ‘how could mom act this way? how dare aunty Sade smiles? How dare my dad nod his head in agreement? Why is there so much happiness?’ It felt fake and wrong. Fury ran through my mind, the fury so hot it could boil water, I hit the table with my right palm just like they do to call order in the law court, immediately I had their attention, I said calmly, boldly and firmly,
“Grandma, why are you so wicked and full of pretense? Do you not know that you will die soon” I starred at everyone firmly and they stared back in absolute disbelief, their mouths ajar and eyes widened.
“Please do not say such things, Maria” said my mom
“Oh, so you want to kill my own mother with your witchcraft, it will not work o, you will not kill my mother. Boda Dayo, so this is how you will watch your own daughter insult mommy, she has bewitched you right?” Screamed aunty Sade
My dad who was fondly called boda Dayo by aunty just sat on the chair, his face like a confused lawyer. My uncles had no words to say, just facial expressions and granny? Well granny was totally speechless. I studied everyone’s face and noticed the pandemonium. With my food untouched, I just stood and left quietly to the bedroom with a smirk on my face, knowing fully well that a ton of insults will fall on my mom on my behalf. Well, I left.
The following week, mom, dad and I had a sleepover at a family friend’s house, we had a nice time. In the morning by 8am dad’s phone rang,
“Hello Sade” he answers with a yawn somewhat irritated to be called like this early in the morning. “Good morning to you too… What happened?… You say what?! Mummy did what?!! I am on my way” he cut the phone with shaky hands.
“What happened to mommy?” Asked my mom, her eyes widened with concern and worry. With a scared face, dad replied, “she was rushed to the hospital an hour ago, unconscious too. That was all I heard from Sade”
“Let us quickly get to the hospital then”
We said our goodbyes without breakfast and rushed to the hospital.
At the general hospital, we met my cousin, uncles and of course my lousy aunt, apparently, they got to there before us. My uncles were pacing at the reception, my cousins had the worried look and aunty Sade was on the floor, she was wearing her nightgown and an Ankara wrapper tied loosely around her just above her breast, her hair was scattered and her face was swollen; I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, “so dramatic”
“What exactly happened? Someone should please tell me” my dad shouted with an angry face
“Excuse me” a voice spoke from the counter, it was a small shaped lady with a deep blue top and trousers, in her left pocket hanged biro covers of blue and red. “Excuse me, this is a hospital and your noise is a bit too loud, we have other patients here please, if you’d be this loud, kindly go out in the compound and discuss, thank you” she said politely but firmly, a nurse in training, I guessed.
We all took her advice and went outside though, mainly because she was polite. Aunty Sade explained amidst tears. Just early in the morning, grandma had taken her usual morning walk when she fell into a gutter and hit her head making her unconscious, she was rushed to the hospital in 10 minuites. She was in the emergency ward.
My cousins who had believed granny was the nicest granny on earth were already teary, my uncles were worried, my dad was pacing and my mum, well my mum had her hands on her chest, her lips moving, she was praying; and me? Well, I was observing, observing Aunty Sade who was saying things like, “mummy cannot die o, at least, not now, I’m not married yet, mummy is still 68 years, ah! Mummy must not die o” one of my cousins held her and kept saying “its alright, its alright” but, lousy aunty won’t keep calm or reduce her volume. I was both crossed and pitiful.
“Aunty Sade” I said calmly as I met her eyes with mine, everyone was now quiet, even she was quiet, all waiting to hear what I got to say, “why are you crying? Save your cries till when grandma dies, then, your tears will be useful. Don’t worry, you do not need to wait long for that. Right now, you are just disturbing the hospital. Save your cries aunty” another level of silence occurred immediately as they all stare at me in awe. The sounding slap on my bony face broke the silence, aunty Sade charged towards me but I stood there not reacting to the pain of her slaps and hits.
“Your mummy is the one that will die! You are just a witch, a witch! Ah, Boda Dayo, you have given birth to a mistake ooooo”
Everyone was equally upset, my mum shook me saying the words, “Maria! Why?! Why?!”
My uncles said words like, “our own mother?”
My dad just watched with his eyes largely opened, and his entire face with mixed feelings
“Operation successful!” We heard from outside. Silence. A doctor was done with an operation, my dad charged into the hospital, spent about 3 minutes, then came out with a blank face
“Is mummy awake? What operation did they perform?” Asked my lousy aunty
“Sade, it was not for us, the operation successful was for another people” answered my dad. Everyone sighed deeply and sadly except me of course.
We were just in the compound when another doctor came out to meet us, “The Ogungbades I suppose?” Our surname he had called. Well, he asked to see the first child and sons, my dad being the first followed him as they took few steps away from our dweling. He whispered something to my dad, then slowly, like a robot, my dad turned to face us as he walked towards us.
“Mama is dead?” he said with a sad face as if asking a question and waiting for us to answer. Another grave of silence followed for about 3 seconds when I broke it.
“Now you can cry aunty Sade”
As if waiting for a command, aunty Sade burst into a more lousy tears, lost her balance and started rolling on the floor. That was not my problem, my problem was when she accused me of killing grandma, calling me a witch.
I gently replied her and every of my extended family, “I did not kill grandmother, I am not a bastard, my name is Maria and I am not a witch” I turned away, I was going home myself and of course I was sad grandma had died.

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