Confession to parents (part 2)
…what filled my mother’s heart when she realized the purpose of procreation has taken place in her life. Am sure suggestions of different names were already jogging in your mind which flew away after severally trying how it would sound for your first born. I guess always a wide smile would summarize the session. Mum I guess it felt good holding me on your hands, very much visible after those nine months of internal feeding. I can perceive the way you posed a stare on me as if you could read something. I pity your joy since the little creature could not discern your joy that was overflowing in your heart. Instead it could only cry for attention that you had learnt how to respond. Amazingly you always responded to such disturbance in love as if you understood its world’s language.
Dad, I guess you went round with your hands in pockets as a sign of satisfaction that can’t be spoken. The village had some rumours to spread as they fetch fire from their neighbours, while preparing for more ceremonies. All this was to welcome this young man in their village.
Days went by and I guess great hopes filled your world since you longed to enrol me in the following level of life any time it neared. If permitted to explain it, I can say that your dream world had widened since you had another character to be added in your dreams. Dad, I guess it excited you to hear people liken my looks to yours. Mum, am thankful for carrying me to the end of time no matter the challenges. Many failed to see themselves under the sun not because they wished but them trusted with the responsibility turned it down. Little did they know they might have dealt away with their success harboured in the children they aborted. All in all it excites most mothers more to get children of their own.
I would wish to guess the more but I will be more comfortable with what I witnessed with my own eyes. Yes, all happened, days tuned to weeks, weeks to months and as well years. A time came when I was of age to join school and this marked the beginning of greater responsibility. I regret that as you commenced your pride following my stage, it as well marked the beginning of my life package making history. I enjoyed meeting my fellow agemates and so I felt at home in school.
It didn’t take long before I started missing my new friends in school especially during weekends and holidays, for school life had won my life attention. As any other child in humankind born with a sinful nature, I slowly walked into disobedience as time went by. Punishment from school and home become a common thing to me and hatred towards my parents and teachers grew at a higher rate than expected.
It was already dawning on me that my fellow agemates were enough to make me survive. There wasn’t more to life beyond spending my days in one game or another, and retiring to bed not because I wished to sleep but the cover of darkness prevailed followed by demands of my parents. I become a naughty boy not only in my home but also to the community and reports of my behaviour were knocking the doors of my parents every evening. Severally I made mum hate some people who were fold on reporting me for she could not believe I was as they said.
Severally she banged the door behind some whom she thought jealous was burning them because of my performance in school. I felt protected, planning never to change yet in my heart I knew all they said was the bare truth. I could cling to my mum’s dress, sobbing atleast to prove my innocence in tears. Mum could hold me close to her warm chest and I could pose a hidden smile of victory.
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