Demola sat on the chair in their room and turned the TV to Switch TV. He smiled as he saw his wife.
My name is Deborah Olasehinde, the only daughter of Remi and Omolola Olasehinde. My father Remi Olasehinde was a farmer; an advanced one, he exports farm produce to places outside Nigeria while my mother Omolola Olasehinde worked in the Bank, Sterling Bank to be precise.
My Mon was a light complexioned one, 5 ft 8; I remember I saw pictures of her where she modelled for fashion houses.
My Dad on the other hand was the only man his mother gave birth to in the midst of four women.
The trouble started when I was five, my Dad comes home with other women and they pass the night right in their room but one thing I remember for sure is how how my mom will pass the night in my room and when I ask, "mom, is everything alright? My teacher said mom and dad should sleep in the same except there is no peace between them."
Omolola smiles, well, Mrs know it all, nothing is wrong OK, I just want to sleep with my princess today.
But mom...
Shhh...have you said your prayers?
No...
Okay. So let's say our prayers
Our Father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name...
Mummy, what's that noise? "Debby cuts in."
Tears roll down Omolola's cheeks, she quickly grabs a wrapper to wipe it off.
My love, as I said earlier, everything is fine. Daddy has some visitors, I think its something they can habdle, in fact Daddy can handle it.
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I and my mom slept together for months until one day. My dad dropped me off at school that morning, my dad was still the caring one to me but was a Lion to my mom. I'm sure my mother would have reported to her in laws on various occasions but no one, ever came to her rescue.
Wait... Did I even mentioned that my mother was an orphan? Funny enough, she had no friends except business colleagues but my mother valued my father and me. She doesn't joke with the family.
Daddy, I have something to ask.
Go on princess, my only princess, "he said touching my nose and hair."
Are you fighting with mummy and who are the visitors that you bring in every night.
Oh baby, no, I'm not fighting your mother baby, I have business partners I'm dealing with and they come only at night so your mother can't be with me; "he said frankly," he probably didn't know that I was aware of everything going on.
I told him I understand and he pecked me and we bid farewell to each other.
Hours after school, mum's voice was heard right from outside. I ran inside dropping my school bag and lunch pack at the corridor, only to find my father beating my mother seriously. The beating was too much, my mom ran to the kitchen to puck a knife, I ran after her; my dad likewise: Give the knife to me Lola!
No, I won't !
They were both breathing fast and sweating in a well conditioned house. I pleaded and pleaded but no one seemed to be listening.
For the last time Lola! Lola! Give the knife to me.
No! I won't give it to you.
Do you want to kill me?
Haven't I tried? What do you want from me?
You give me no peace, neither does your family.
What gas come over you?
I am your wife, your Lola, Now see how you treat me...
Lola, I'm less concerned about all you're saying, I'm not the reason why you have no male child. He moves close to her and forcefully collects the knife.
I will personally kill you Lola, he points the knife to her and holds her neck with his left arm.
Daddy, please.... I cried.
My Dad looked at me and said, Your mother is a witch, if I don't kill her, she will kill you.
I don't know how it happened but all I remember is my mom was struggling with my Dad and I ran shouting for help but no one heard so I took a big stick that I found, brought it in, this time, my Dad was on top of my mother and was going to stab her. I lifted up the stick and GBA! on his head...
Debby paused; tears rolling down her cheeks
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Demola sits impatiently, this time and speaks in a low tune to himself, "Debby, I don't think you can do this, Debby, please, you can just stand up and come back home. He picks up his phone like he wanted to receive a phone call; he dropped it.
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Okay, we will go on a Short break now people. Yes, we have to.
