EPISODE 11. incase you missed episode 10 click here
After church on that sunday, my mind wasn’t settled. I was wondering what could have happened?, why madam’s voice was so harsh?, why she wanted to see me urgently?. I summoned the
courage and went to the white house.
I entered the compound, knocked on the door. On entering the house, I met janet, sikirat and madam in the living room. Janet was sitting beside madam while Sikirat knelt down at the corner
of the 3-seater.
I was so scared that my heart was beating heavily. The look on sikirat’s face was indicating that she was in trouble. Madam wasn’t smiling either. Janet looked at me with a straight face and this scared me the more.
MADAM: onihaxy, welcome
ME: yes ma. How was service today?
MADAM: ***dropped her drinking cup on the stool***. It was fine.
I heard something about you so I sent for you
ME: ***temi bami, heart beating heavily, looked at sikirat and still
clueless***, hope nothing ma?
MADAM: there is a problem. Meanwhile, can you see sikirat over there?
ME: **wahala don happen, dem don catch us*** yes ma. What was her offence ma?
MADAM: she has started stealing. Whenever she went to market, its either money get lost, or she buys item lesser than the list I gave her. I even heard she is having a boyfriend in this
neighbourhood.
ME: **i looked at sikirat again, I felt guilty because I knew I was the reason for the food shortage, her eyez were soaked with tears** mummy, please forgive her ma. She won’t do that again.
JANET: **interfered into the coversation**, sikirat is just too lazy
and silly. Her funny character this days is becoming alarming. It seems she is pregnant sef.
ME: ***screamed** preg what ?
MADAM: sikirat!!!!, is that true
SIKIRAT: no ma oooo, I’m not pregnant ma**panting***.
MADAM: first thing tomorrow morning, I’m taking you to the hospital for a test
ME: ****chaiiii, I don enter am. But I always condomize my sex?,
or has it ever leaked or burst?, or is sikirat having another fucker?, can she truly be pregnant?, I became uncomfortable*****. I trust sikirat very well ma. She doesn’t look wayward to me, I’m very sure she isn’t pregnant ma. Pls forgive her ma.
MADAM: you are saying so because you don’t live with us here. If you live here, you would known better that she is lazy and useless. sikirat!, get out of my sight, I will resume with you later.
So lesson teacher, back to my previous discussion.
ME: ***heart skipped beats again. This time, I heart beat could be noticed by the movements of my cloth***. Ok ma. What happened ma?
MADAM: I went through janet’s lesson note and discovered that it was scanty.
ME: really?
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MADAM: yes, infact, I gave her an exercise from past questions and she failed it.
ME: haa
MADAM: and she told me that you haven’t be frequent and regular again.
ME: ***i looked into janet’s eyes with disappointment, she looked at me with a somehow face. “this is a pure lie, she was the one skipping classes. But how do I justify this****
MADAM: so is this what I’m paying you for?,
ME: not so ma. I can explain, eeemmmm.
JANET: ***before I could utter a word, janet interfered***, no ma, most of the time, we always do oral tutorial, so I don’t write much notes, he is trying his best ma.
ME: I will improve ma. I will try my best
MADAM: this is what I want. I want you to engage her in tutorials throughout the day. Even saturday and sunday should be inclusive. After dinner, she should be having sessions before
going to her bedroom. We can re-negotiate the fees, I just want the best for her.
ME: ok ma. But concerning the sessions after dinner, it will be a bit difficult because of my area. Its dangerous walking around at nights.
MADAM: then start living here for the duration. Afterall I have given you a room here, you are the one who refused to use it. I will even prefer you stay here so that you can help me to handle sikirat with iron hand, it seems janet cannot handle her alone in my absence.
ME: ok ma, no problem.
Chaii, e don happen, living in same house with my 2 fuckers. How I go take do am?..
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