…IS IT A SIN??
: Written by: Olamilekan Afolabi (Certified Author Afolabi)
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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………
…IS IT A SIN??