MY WICKED MOTHER!
Mrs. Ajala heard the phone of her friend ring and when she checked it, she was disturbed at the name of the caller she saw- My Wicked Mother. The phone kept ringing till her friend came in to receive the call. Mrs. Ajala gently asked, ‘who was that?’ ‘My mother’, replied Folashade. Dumbfounded Mrs. Ajala could not probe further.
In the evening of the same day, Mrs. Ajala went rtd to her friend, Folashade curious about why a had used such a name for her mother. They both stayed at the same area. Qa Ed
Folashade openezrd up after much persuasion. ‘Twenty years ago while I was 25 years old, my father told me that one of his friends living at the United States would be coming to stay in our house with his son while in the country the following week. I knew Chief Agbaje, his wife and children very well. We’d also stayed in their house a number of times at the US. Everybody in the house was thinking of how to make their stay enjoyable. Kola, an uncle came to our house a day to their arrival and hinted me that Chief Agaje’s son, Sunbo, who was a close friend of his was following his father this time to settle the issue of who to get as a wife. Kola asked me to be good with Sunbo because he had his eyes on me based on their recent talks. Happy and more expectant that made me become. I’d been on the lookout for who to take me to the Altar. I’d had a few unserious guys waste my time enough. Uhm!’
‘Chief Agbaje finally came in company of his son. They spent more than a month. I and Sunbo were good friends as we had ever been but he did not raise anything that suggested what my uncle said throughout his stay.’
‘Six months later, Mr. Agbaje came back and now with his wife. My father called me one day and informed me that they had actually come to meet the parents of Adebola.’
‘ Who was Adebola’? Mrs. Ajala asked.
‘Adebola was like our house maid’ Folashade continued. ‘She was the daughter of my father’s mechanic. My father took her in particularly to take up the sponsorship of her education though my mother agreed because she would be of help to her in the housework. As at then, she had obtained a Polytechnic National Diploma through a part time study paid for by my father. She had also learned hairdressing and my parents had set up a good salon for her nearby.’
‘Just like watching a drama, Sunbo and the whole family came back for the marriage shortly after the parents returned to the States. I tried to save myself from some envy. Afterall, I was beautiful, a promising medical doctor. I assured myself that my own husband would come at the right time but everything collapsed when my uncle later told me that Sunbo actually wanted to go for me because he had always loved me but he changed his mind when he met Adebola. He said Sunbo described Adebola as an industrious and a well-trained beautiful young lady and that he said I was a brat that did not know how to do anything at home, not even cooking.’
‘Truly, Sunbo was right because I was so over pampered by my mother that common sweeping of the floor was something I could not imagine doing. I couldn’t cook any good food too except prepare noodles. In fact, Sunbo demanded that I prepare rice for him one day and I told him I wasn’t raised up for that. I told him I would employ a cook and house helps when I married. I thought that was a good life. My mother would never allow me do anything. It was Adebola that would sweep, clean the house and do all the cooking. My mother made her what she became and destroyed my own future thinking it was love. It then occurred to me that was the common remark every man I dated had given about me, most probably the reason they kept dropping me.’
‘Well, at thirty eight, I just had to force myself to marry a man because of many disappointments I’d had over time though not knowing this man had already married and divorced two women before then. We met on the face book. He lacked the commonest manners. He would beat me up at any little provocation even while I was pregnant. I had no full day of happiness with him. Every night he came home drunk. He womanized.’
‘Two years after our marriage, we parted and went our different ways. As at that time, Sunbo had relocated to the Country upon his appointment as the Minister for Finance. Each time I thought of how happy I could have been as Adebola was, I cursed my mother. She failed me. She failed God too. I thought I was enjoying not knowing that it was my future that was being stabbed. Now, a single mother at forty seven, I look back and I hate my mother more and more.’
‘I decided to share my story with you because I noticed you’re already into the same error of my mother who made another man’s daughter at the expense of hers. I see you send your cousin staying with you on all errands. You make her do all the house chores, sparing your own children.’
Dear reader, home training is very important. It is what every parent is expected to bequeath to their children. This adds to their values in life.
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