My Careless Mother Episode 1
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My name is Adenike. I am from Lagos state, Nigeria. I was born 28 years ago into the family of Mr and Mrs Temitayo Fowogbade. I am the first born of my parent and I have three other siblings; Faith, Christiana and Grace. Grace was born as a result of my parentβs search for a baby boy who turned out to be a girl. And the chapter of child birth was closed.
The story of my life is a lesson to mothers of our days. The title of my story would have been better if it was βThe Carelessness Of My Motherβ, but I chose this title for some reasons.
My mum told me to stop sleeping in her room since I was two years old neither will I sleep in the childrenβs room but my fatherβs room. At a time, everyone started calling me the wife of my father, βiyawo baba eβ. I grew up to understand what love is all about because my father showed me unreserved love. Sometimes I wouldnβt sleep except I sleep on my fatherβs chest; his chest became my comfort and bed. My father cannot withstand anyone beating me, not even my mother. The major quarrels I witnessed between my father and my mother were because my mother beat me and my father was not happy about it. There were times they kept malice for days just because of me.
My father wass a successful engineer, a tall handsome man with charming voice. He sings in the choir. He is such a nice man that all and sundry will love to be with because he is also caring. He is tender hearted and jovial. He gives me virtually everything I had ever wanted, including those that were detrimental to my growth as a girl child. There were many things he bought for me without my motherβs knowledge. He had packets of chocolate under his bed that my mother wasnβt aware of for many years. He served me two or three chocolate every night before sleep.
I love playing with my fatherβs beards because they were well laid around his jaw. I sat on his lap and played with his beards anytime I was angry; it had a way of pacifying my anger.
TO Be Continued