10/01/2025
Meeting my mom part 2.
The maid, Charlotte, offered me a glass of water, which I took and sipped gently. My eyes carefully Perused the living room that was wide and exquisitely furnished to taste. I glanced at the large picture of her with a young muscular man who was shirtless.
" I must say, Ayomide you've really grown into a young beautiful girl!" Mother said as she settled on the cozy sofa.
" oh, it's Sonia not Aya.. Midday." I quipped, although I couldn't get the pronunciation right.
Mother laughed. She looked at me and laughed again before dropping the glass of wine she held.
" I'm your mother, I named you Ayomide and your twin sister, Omolabake. But I guess your father changed it to feel good or to erase every trace of me. She paused and pushed herself back into the sofa. So mean..heartless." She mumbled.
" I believe that brings us to why I'm here." I chipped in, a little awkward.
" yes, you came to find your mother, but after so long? I couldn't have imagined your father would ever let any of you come to me."
" well... I began to say. He doesn't know that I came to see you. Mother's eyes widened. Yeah, I just wanted to find you so I lied that I was on a trip and made him give me some cash."
" oh my... You're not just grown up you're some smart girl, Omo mi, ah ah, even I couldn't have pulled such tricks on your father."
" yeah. I was trying to find good grounds to place my words. He never spoke of you, you know, not even once, I was always wondering, why? What happened? "
Mother sighed, deeply and propped her hand on her chin.
" it's really hurting to open old wounds. But I have no choice, you deserve the truth."
I nodded, because I really wanted know.
" Your father met me in a club. I can remember it was hot and noisy and a lot of dancing and I was at the counter with my girls. He suddenly appeared behind me and asked for a dance. I looked at him all dashing and hot! That's how we started dating and eventually got married. He was working for a newly established Bank then as an accountant. After our marriage I took in and that's when luck began to fade– your father lost his job, he was accused of stealing money from accounts and was put behind bars. I struggled on my own in this Lagos, I became thin like a broomstick because I could barely afford three square meal a day! I hawked bread, akara and tiger nuts, I sold okrika at Obalende, I taught at a private school that paid less than the work inputed.
At this point, I was becoming emotional, I felt lachrymose. I could hardly imagine her going through all these for us.
"... A friend of my that I met in Ikorodu, told me about this business that could pay way bigger than my salary but I needed to be sure I was ready for it before venturing. I saw her luxurious life and I wanted to afford them for myself and the family even if it cost me my blood. I then called her up and told her I'd agreed, I was dressed up and swooped into a hotel where a pot bellied man was waiting for me. We slept and he gave me three hundred thousand, I gasped at having such huge amount of money and my friend told me I could start earning in millions, it was then decided if this was going to give a good pay then I'm certainly in.
I became a high class call girl and when your father was finally released from prison, I had gotten us a flat, you girls were already in your day care the best I could find. I lied to your father that I was running a high class boutique in Lagos and the expensive life came from there. I never meant to but, your father had passed the stage of being re employed, even if he wanted to and he seemed too tired of life already so I willingly decided to 'win the bread' for now.
Everything was going fine until your father was curious about my late night and stuff, he started stalking me and caught me one day in a hotel room with a white client. I pleaded with him but he refused and threatened that he'd gotten pictures of me and the man and that my image and the man was at stake if I dare not comply. He told me that from that moment on I would be taking care of you and your sister's school fees, feeding and clothing while he sheltered them. He packed his things carried you both abroad before I could stop him. He refused to let me see you both and said I was an "ashawo", that no woman like me deserved to be with my children."
Mother broke into tears, I came to the sofa where she sat and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and patted her back.
" the world is always against a woman, is it my fault that life turned out the way it did? I did it for us! I wanted my children to have a good life and not suffer..."
To be cont'd....
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