Our bonding started right from my conception, i rememeber how many times i kicked on your cervix and punched on your stomach when am nervous but you had your way of calming me down, because my view of this world was so large, how could i make anything out through your belly button window. You always thought i was going to be your girl, with each market visit you always came home with a ladies babies cloth in anticipation for the delivery of your baby girl. When my genital organ started forming, i know how disappointed you will be but how could i be your kill joy because you have already gotten lots of clothes for your baby girl. So i kept developing into a male ready to wear female clothes for the better part of my first year.
Before we knew it, it was the month of my delivery and the doctor said i was a big baby and it just had to be a caeserian section but you where so scared of the blade and took to the blessed sacrament. I felt your arms on your tommy one day with you kneeling infront of the blessed sacrament and your tears trickled down your checks,found you cleavage as it made its way to your abdomen. I felt this cold chills down my premature spines, i cannot remember vividly but i must have said a quiet prayer because i cannot be making this lady cry just because she wants to give life to me. I was depressed for a few days, if their was a way i could have stopped myself from eating, i would have but you kept eating the food, taking away the chaff, chunning it and presenting it to me the best way i needed it. But mum how do u expect me not to add wieght when i was enjoying those and lounging in your womb.
A little after middle of june, you felt water trickle down your thighs and you knew it was time, you beckoned on your husband who was going to be my loving Dad. He rushed to where we where battling, he held your hands and told you it will be fine. That meant alot to us then, emeka rushed and got the bags and escorted us to the car and said he wanted to follow, but mum you told him to take care of his other brothers. Then we made it to the hospital not without your incessant painful cries, the doctor asked them to get the theatre ready just incase she could not deliver me, with each painful cry i got more scared because i did not know why you where crying. I felt a finger approaching my head so i shifted but it hit my protection and i was like God had its way of protecting his children, i kicked on you tommy hard this time for allowing someone hand but you whispered it will soon be over my baby so i kept calm and waited to finally meet this person who had haboured me for as long as i can remember.
Soon i felt your womb squeezing me and alot of screams from the outside "madam push! Push!! Push!!!. I was like are they asking her to push me away. I was so scared that i pee'd and stooled same time. My heart started beating faster because why will they be forcing her to push me out of an environment am so used to, to where i did not know. With multiple recurrent squeezing of your tommy it kept pushing me through a canal and no matter how i tried to hang on, i was overpowered by the incessant push and i was terrified with the screams i kept hearing but i was helpless because i kept on moving to my unknown destination. Then i felt this hot air on my head and a hand on my head and within seconds i felt the air all over my body, it was so different from what am used to so i started crying, i was handed over to you and i opened my eyes and i saw you and the last of your tears that made it through pain and it was love at first sight. You screamed "somtochukwu" "join me and praise God" and the doctor was like "i guess we wont be needing the theatre again".
This love had continued to grow till date... All i have tried doing is to let you know i understand and I love you so much. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MUM
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Sunday, 18 January 2015
A CRY IN THE DARK
A CRY IN THE DARK
She lay in the dark fighting to hold back tears, but they trickled down her bubble cheeks and made their way to her cleavage. She kept on crying as memories of her encounter with her boss this afternoon replayed in her head. It's not like it's the first time she is having this encounter but today's own broke the camels back she thought to herself. She tried to clear her head but it's filled with conflicting emotions, she rose her head from her tears soaked pillow but the headache still lingered near worsening her heartache.
Should I quit the job? Many a times she had asked herself but the falling Nigerian economy and the ever increasing level of unemployment will frown at it, considering the fact that she is the first born and the parents barely fed trying to see her through university, so a lot of responsibilities where bestowed on her being the first so she had managed to hang on to the job, swallowing much of her bosses attitudes, passes and confrontations but today's own was the height of it all.
She managed to make it to her wardrobe, raised her pile of clothes to bring out an old file, dusted it and searched through,to find a resignation letter which she had written few weeks after accepting the job. She was reading through it amidst the tear when her mind flashed back at the incidence that led to her writing the letter......She had walked into his bosses office to harken to his call, when he ushered her in and offered her to sit on the settee next to him. He made to reach for the wine glass when she asked what all these are for, she was referring to the bottle of choice wine cooling in the ice bucket and two wine glasses finely positioned on the table facing the settee. The boss pretended he never heard her and popped the wine and stylishly filled both glasses to the brim with the sparkling wine, handed her a glass which she declined and the boss looked at her sternly and licked his lips and muttered slowly, I have always liked you right from the first day. That was why I employed you ahead of other people that applied. When you started working here, no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep my eyes off you neither could I get the thoughts of how your skirts hugs your hips and how your gluteal region wobbles each time you make your way to door after talking with me in the office... You are happily married with children she hushed him, unhappily married he bluffed, that is why I need to find my happiness and comfort in you. She could not wait for him to finish before she made her way to the door but not without leaving behind a sentence " I am so sorry boss but you picked the wrong lady. My conscience,belief, principles and religion will not let me, please sir find your happiness in another lady.
The boss made it to the door before her, held her hands and told her it's no one but you, I'd rather have you or no one else will besides it's not subject for discussion or you find yourself another job. She was trying to comprehend her bosses words when he dragged her closer and started suffocating her with kisses, she clinched her teeth but that did not deter the randy boss who kept on kissing off her lipstick and squeezing her firm breast like a released prisoner who was denied conjugal rights during his long incarceration. She managed to disentangle herself from his tight embrace and ran out of his office to the hall way closing her buttons and adjusting her clothes, she barely made it to her office before she burst out crying and that was what she spent the rest of her usually busy day doing."..................
She lay in the dark fighting to hold back tears, but they trickled down her bubble cheeks and made their way to her cleavage. She kept on crying as memories of her encounter with her boss this afternoon replayed in her head. It's not like it's the first time she is having this encounter but today's own broke the camels back she thought to herself. She tried to clear her head but it's filled with conflicting emotions, she rose her head from her tears soaked pillow but the headache still lingered near worsening her heartache.
Should I quit the job? Many a times she had asked herself but the falling Nigerian economy and the ever increasing level of unemployment will frown at it, considering the fact that she is the first born and the parents barely fed trying to see her through university, so a lot of responsibilities where bestowed on her being the first so she had managed to hang on to the job, swallowing much of her bosses attitudes, passes and confrontations but today's own was the height of it all.
She managed to make it to her wardrobe, raised her pile of clothes to bring out an old file, dusted it and searched through,to find a resignation letter which she had written few weeks after accepting the job. She was reading through it amidst the tear when her mind flashed back at the incidence that led to her writing the letter......She had walked into his bosses office to harken to his call, when he ushered her in and offered her to sit on the settee next to him. He made to reach for the wine glass when she asked what all these are for, she was referring to the bottle of choice wine cooling in the ice bucket and two wine glasses finely positioned on the table facing the settee. The boss pretended he never heard her and popped the wine and stylishly filled both glasses to the brim with the sparkling wine, handed her a glass which she declined and the boss looked at her sternly and licked his lips and muttered slowly, I have always liked you right from the first day. That was why I employed you ahead of other people that applied. When you started working here, no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep my eyes off you neither could I get the thoughts of how your skirts hugs your hips and how your gluteal region wobbles each time you make your way to door after talking with me in the office... You are happily married with children she hushed him, unhappily married he bluffed, that is why I need to find my happiness and comfort in you. She could not wait for him to finish before she made her way to the door but not without leaving behind a sentence " I am so sorry boss but you picked the wrong lady. My conscience,belief, principles and religion will not let me, please sir find your happiness in another lady.
The boss made it to the door before her, held her hands and told her it's no one but you, I'd rather have you or no one else will besides it's not subject for discussion or you find yourself another job. She was trying to comprehend her bosses words when he dragged her closer and started suffocating her with kisses, she clinched her teeth but that did not deter the randy boss who kept on kissing off her lipstick and squeezing her firm breast like a released prisoner who was denied conjugal rights during his long incarceration. She managed to disentangle herself from his tight embrace and ran out of his office to the hall way closing her buttons and adjusting her clothes, she barely made it to her office before she burst out crying and that was what she spent the rest of her usually busy day doing."..................
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