Touchinh Story: IS IT A SIN? EPISODE 2(Nnena)
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IS IT A SIN?? EPISODE 2
Written by: Olamilekan Afolabi (Certified Author Afolabi)
PROLOGUE (SPOTLIGHT) . My name is Nnena, I am the only child of my beloved parent. I am writing my storyline in tears………………..
Please if I may ask you guys……………….. is it a sin to be loyal? Is it a sin to be honest? Is it a sin to be faithful and diligent?…………. (Sigh)………. I am suffering from emotional trauma within because of my sincere actions, which I thought is the only way to life and to have an everlasting happiness………………….. But hell No, I mean capital NO.
Human being are the unrecognized devil they are talking about, our heart is filled with evils, human being are the prosopopoeia definition of devil…………
Why I am asking you guys if it is a sin to be good or not and also the reasons why human being deserve all this series of qualification. Find out in the other episodes of this interesting story.. . .
The highly respected Chief Obiano Emeka Paul was my father; he was a highly respected chief in my village. During his life time he was loved by the children, youths and adults. He was a friend to everybody, he loved to crack jokes. He was very hard-working and never condones laziness.
Despite the fact that he is a chief, he does work on his farm every weekday. My father is my best friend, he meant everything to me and my mother, he loved and care for me a lot, he equally loved my mother so dearly and he was financially okay, he vowed to send me to any level of education I wished to aim for, which is now at stake. My mother who should help now that my father is no more in financing my education is a full house wife and she doesn’t have any work she is doing. My father’s death caused the deepest wound in me. . .
The head of the family with some members of my father’s family came into our house. My mother welcomes them earnestly. My mother who was in black (widow clothes) offered a glass of water to each of the visitors, they drank the water as they began their conversation. . “One month is enough for you to mourn my late brother’s death”. The head of the family said as he looked in another direction.
My mother’s mouth went wide in disbelieve. I wasn’t invited to the discussion, so I peeped through a hole from my room door. “What do y…you… mea……n? Your words seem to be a parable”. My mother replied stammering and confused. “What I mean is that you should gently pack your belongings out of this house, you yourself knew that your daughter is a bastard, so not even a tip of an iceberg of the chief properties will be in your possession……………….”. The head of the family said as he looked straight into my mother eyes. All the other members of the family nodded in approval. I was shocked to hear what the head of the family said, I felt depressed but I continued peeping. “………….
I beg your pardon, my husband has never caught me with a concubine, and he is the biological father of my daughter. I know what is coming on you, you want me to pack out of this house, you should just tell me gently instead of faking lies on me. I will leave if you want me to leave but I just want you to know that what goes around comes back backfired if mishandle and you (pointing to the other members of the family) you wish to eat my husband with mischievousness, I just want you to know that one day, you will get the repercussion. Sometimes tears mean unspoken happiness and smile mean silent pains” my mother said as she walked out from my father family’s midst.
“Go! we don’t want you and your bastard daughter here in this house or in our family”. Some members of the family groaned with some kind of husky voices in chorus. “Who knows if she is not the one that killed my brother”.
My father immediate brother voiced brusquely while trying to stress each word. I was a bit relieved to hear my mother reply to the intrigue family members. So this is what we call life! I exclaimed.
During my father life time they are so caring and lovely, now that my father is gone. They now the wild fire, they are really hard to handle. “Why does my father have to go now?”my thoughts reacquainted. My grandmother once told me that “only I can change my life. No one can do it for me”. She is right. My father departs, his family members turned to something disgusting. Well we must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
I was totally heartbroken; I don’t know what my fate is calling for now and that of my innocent mother. Well we must focus on today and make use of the day well, because tomorrow is not guarantee……… “Am very sorry my sister, I can’t allow you to stay with me… You know I love my privacy a lot and I can’t afford to jeopardize my lovely and happy life because of a family member.
And beside I can’t afford to be feeding you and your daughter, and also shoulder your needs. I have pledged to take care of only myself and no one else. So please my sister, maybe you should look for your shelter elsewhere”. My mother immediate sister counterblast my mother pleading to provide us shelter for some time. My mother was shocked and embarrassed by her sister shocking reply, I was also dumbfounded.
I knew Aunty Nneka (my mother’s immediate sister) to be very wicked and inhumane, she loved her privacy as she had said earlier, she is single, financially okay and she is living in a three bed-room flat, she works as a fashion designer and many people do patronize her shop because of her effiency .
(Present)
My mother portage her Ghana-Must-Go bag on her head, she told me to follow her, and I did as instructed as we shamble to another village. . (30 minutes later) We got to another village, we pleaded for shelter from the villagers, but it seems they all don’t want to help. “That is how Nduke the palm wine tapper allows a stranger to dwell in his house; he was later bankrupted by that stranger”. One of the villager echoes. “Maybe this is the advanced method of kidnapping, am sorry o, I can’t allow you to live here o”. Another villager ripostes my mother begging. “We don’t know the agents of the devil, it’s not written on their faces but they always look rough like you look”.
A male villager replied sassing my mother’s pleading for shelter. “You and Baba Eze have planned Right? He told me before he left this house today that he will make me to see what I won’t expect, so he told you to come here with his daughter and wait for him right? E no go better for you. Not in this house, before I count three and you are still here, I swear I will make you regret the day you were born into this world”. – A callous provision seller rejoined brutally. “My husband married me legally, so there is no need for second wife here”. Another woman replied. “Wait, am coming, let me go and tell my husband about this”. The woman only went in to come backwith a pot full of pepper water, yahhhha, the eagerly running pepper water echo loudly as it landed on our body.
All the villagers we beg for help from gave us annoying, pesky, bothersome, galling, vexatious, nettlesome, vexing, pestiferous, irritating replies, some even extend in stoning us, but what can we do? That is what we call life. Human beings are the greatest evils as my grandmother do tell me, but they are not to be blame, it is just that the bad people has influenced the good one. “After a lengthy and fruitless search for shelter , we sighted an uncompleted building; we decided to rest for the night inside the building, we were very tired and hungry, my mother was mewling, I tried to console her, she was so embarrassed that day, she has never been that embarrassed in her life. My father’s death has caused the greatest destruction, devastation, annihilation, Holocaust, disaster and ruin to our guiltless life.
Imagine, just a month and we are suffering from one physical and emotional trauma to another. What a shame! See what death has caused. I didn’t know when I fell into a deep slumber because I was very tired and weak. . (Light Out) .
To be continued
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