My Root Episode 1
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๐ธ My Root:
She has turned twelve years yet she still acts the same. It baffles me because I know children these days who live in the city don’t play in the rain anymore. But in her case, she plays as if her life depended on the rain.
Chinwekene!
Chinwekene!
She will not answer you. Her eyes are already closed. Please, let her be. She will fall sick if you forcefully make her come inside. She must surely come in once the rain seizes from falling. Rebecca told her husband who was calling their daughter to leave the rain and come inside the house.
Rebecca and her husband Ifediora stood by the window side and watched Chinwekene play under the rain happily with her eyes closed.
I think you caused all this Rebecca. There are certain things I would have stopped Chinwekene from doing but you kept saying let her be she will fall sick. Leave her she will grow past it. Look at her today, she is twelve years old. Twelve whole years. Instead, she keeps acting strange every day. Ifediora blames her wife Rebecca for their daughter’s act.
I’m her mother. I stay with her every day while you go to work or travel for weeks. I know what I see and what I’ve observed. I’ve also tried to stop her from doing certain things but each time I try she falls sick and we spend a lot of money on her each time she falls sick. That’s why I always beg you not to force her to stop doing some things she does. I believe she will stop someday on her own accord. Rebecca said.
She’s abnรณrmal. It is obvious now and I’ve confirmed she is and even possรฉssรฉd.
But I’m normal Dad. Chinwekene interrupted her father who was trying to tell her wife Rebecca about her abnormalities.
If you are normal then stop acting like an ร bnรณrmal child. Stop acting like a pรณssรฉssรฉd child. My friend, will you go inside and take those wet clothes off your body? Ifediora angrily said to her daughter Chinwekene.
Obi’m, that girl is just twelve but you always talk to her as if she’s an adult. Rebecca said to her husband Ifediora.
But she doesn’t act her age. She acts like an adult. I will continue talking to her like an adult until she behaves well. Ifediora said.
Even at that, she is still a child. Rebecca said.
Wait, did you observe something? She was out there playing in the rain. How did she know we were talking about her and walked in on us? Unlike Chinwekene I know that doesn’t leave the rain if the rain doesn’t stop. She did this yesterday I was discussing her. She was in the room sleeping but she heard us and came out and sat with us. Ifediora said.
It is not something new. She brings out a new character every year on her birthday. Rebecca said.
So you knew? Anyway, any year she decides to turn into a snร kรฉ in this house, I will personally use the opportunity and kรฎll and bรปry her. Ifediora angrily said and walked in.
Is that what you wish your daughter? God fรณrbรฎd. Rebecca rejected.
Dad, Chinwekene has started singing that war song you told her not to be singing again in the room. Nnanna reported her sister Chinwekene to their father.
Dad, that’s not true. Don’t mind Nnanna. It is not a war song Chinwekene is singing. It is an Igbo song. Nnenna who happens to be Nnanna’s twin sister defended their last born Chinwekene.
Go and call Chinwekene for me. Ifediora instructed Nnanna.
Nnanna went to their room and called Chinwekene.
How many times have I told you to stop singing a war song in this house? Ifediora asked Chinwekene.
It is not a war song I sang. Chinwekene said to her Dad looking so terrified.
Okay, if it is not a war song you sang then sing what you sang let me hear. I’m listening. Her father told her glancing at her steadily to hear the song she was singing.
Chinwekene was looking so pitiful. She looked at her mom with her eyes filled with tears for her mother to intervene on her behalf because she knew she would be punished by her Dad.
Chinwekene, sing what you sang before I use the cane on you! Her father screamed at her.
I’ve forgotten what I sang Daddy. Chinwekene said crying.
I know what she sang Dad. She was singing: ojiugo Nwafornata na ijele mu eluo. Nnanna repeated what Chinwekena sang.
Her father brought out a cane meant for them and gave Chinwekene three strokes of the cane on her right palm.
Repeat such a song in this house next time and see what I will do to you. Common go to your room. Chinwekene’s father angrily told her and she quickly ran to her room crying loudly.
Obi’m, I think that song is Thereasa Onuora’s song not a war song. Rebecca told her husband.
Then where and how did she learn such a song from? We don’t play such music in this house. All the time she keeps doing ancient things and singing ancient songs. What is stopping her from singing Mercy Chinwo’s song we play in this house repeatedly? Ifediora asked.
Where she learned it from is what I don’t know but it is an Igbo song. Maybe is because she doesn’t know how to speak Igbo that’s why she sings mostly Igbo songs. It’s obvious she loves her dialect and culture and she wants to learn it. Rebecca said.
Then she should learn Chinyere Udoma’s song. Let me sleep I have an appointment tomorrow morning. Good night. Ifediora said.
Have a pleasant night rest. Rebecca responded.
The next morning Rebecca woke her husband up to prepare and catch up with his appointment but he was too sick and weak to wake up.
Obi’m, wake up. I hope you have not forgotten you have an appointment this morning. Rebecca said as she romanced her husband’s chest to wake up.
I’m awake already but I can’t stand up or move my body. It has started again. Ifediora said lying still on the bed with his front facing the ceiling.
TO Be Continued