Today
is the first day of the end of my life. I am sitting here looking at the doctor
and my mind is miles away. How can it be? Why me? What have I done wrong to
deserve so much ill luck? Why me? Who will hear my story? How do I tell the
world my story? Why me?
In a
few days I will be 23 years old, it has been 23 years of pain and hardship and
just when I thought it could not get worse, it has got worse, how did I get
here?
I was
born into a poor family, we lived in a very poor community and I have known hardship
all my life, we were so poor that I assumed poverty was a normal way of life, I
did not even know till I was about nine years old that they were people who
lived a different kind of life. My community was same, we barely sold anything,
we lived on barter most times, my mum would locally process and mill palm oil
and while we sold a little, we exchanged the oil for foodstuff with other
people who had other things we needed. For instance, Mama Mileke farmed yams
and papa Odogene had a small pond with fish in it, we would just go get fish and
pay in oil or get half tuber of yam for some oil, we barely had any money.
Papa
and Mama loved each other very much. It was very evident in the number of
siblings I have, all twelve of them. I don't remember not seeing my mother
pregnant in my early years, if you asked me then, I would have thought her not
being pregnant at any time was a problem, in my young mind, every adult had to
be pregnant as soon as one child left the stomach. Having so many kids was a
competition no one in my community would lose.
One
day Papa came from Iya Eko's shop where he normally went to drink palm wine
with his friends and sing some gyration songs, we were debtors there, Papa
would drink and pay her with gallons of oil which she gave to some men who came
every Friday morning with a truck to get food items to go sell at the big city.
So Papa came home and told us about our move to the big City, he told us he had
been to the big City a couple of times in the past and all our dreams will come
to pass there. His eyes shone as he talked about the City, Mama seemed to have
caught the happy bug too as she almost dropped Kinaka my baby brother whom she
was breastfeeding.
I
looked on in confusion, I had no dreams, I had no plans, I was 9 years old and
had not started school, Mama always said I would go to school but it never
really bothered me, there was hardly anyone I knew in my community that went to
school, Mama had once said that Mr Kumale the town chancellor had children and
they stayed in the city with his late wife's mother and went to school there
but no one could corroborate the story as Mr Kumale had two kids with his new
wife and non-went to any school.
Days
had gone by and my excitement over moving to the big city started to mount,
Fridays seemed so slow to come suddenly. Mama got some polythene bags and we
were packed up in minutes, Papa said we should leave our mats behind, I asked
him where we would sleep and he said there was something called
"foam" in the city, this further thrilled me though I had always
slept on the mat and sometimes the bare floor, I had never complained as I had
never seen anyone sleep on "foam"
Friday
is here, We are packed up, we await the traders’ truck at the market square,
people keep walking up to give mama things, someone gave us a dozen chewing
sticks, someone gave us a torchlight and Iya Eko came and gave Papa a gallon of
palm wine. Mama did not like Iya Eko much, she always talked about her with a
frown and a few times I had heard papa call mama jealous. I don't think mama
could have been jealous of Iya Eko, mama was beautiful, she was a fine shade of
brown, she was very slender and had a dark mole close to her mouth, she had
dark eyes and very red lips, her brows were always well carved out yet she did
not own a single make up object. Iya Eko on the other hand always looked like
she was learning how to paint a building and tried it on her face first, she
did not tie wrapper like my mum instead she wore men's trousers, she did not
even go to church on Sundays and had only seven children compared to mama's
nine as at that year. No way could Mama be jealous of her.
Truck
is pulling over, the traders are here, the driver gets down and says a very
cheerful hello to Papa, Papa introduces Mama to him and makes a hand towards us
as he said "and those are my children" the driver looks at all of us
and sights the twins, he squeals in delight "ejima" Papa is grinning
from ear to ear. Yes, they are twins, Feyin and Foma. The driver is delighted
he tells papa that he also has twins though he has got twin boys unlike our
twin girls. I like the driver already, the traders have already began to
bargain with the market women and paid no mind to us.
We are
on our way to the City, all of us sitting uncomfortably on different food
stuff, Mama has Kinaka in her arms and Sewema who is only 10months older
strapped on her back. I have my arms securely around Feyin and Foma who are a
little over 2years old, they are excited, I am scared, It is our first motor
ride. My little community vanishes as soon as we make the first bend, bye to
Ogarugbo, My sojourn to the big City, the land of dreams, I still don't dream
but maybe when I get there, I will have my first dream.
TO BE
CONTINUED...