Ade's Chronicle 24
December 13, 2013 at 5:47pm
Her
house was truly not far from the school. After ten minutes of graveyard
silence walk at a snail speed from the school, we got there.
It was a two storeyed building and she lived on the first floor. The ground floor was occupied by another set of people. The ground floor was the type normally called face-me-I-face-you. It was a room and parlour affair with bath and kitchen ensuite. I roughly counted five of such as we walked through the passage to the stairs at the end of the long hallway.
The people at home peeped to greet her in a respectful manner and she replied as best as she could with her swollen mouth. One of them even asked her what happened and she lied that she had a minor accident and her two colleagues at work helped her home. The man thanked us profusely but we never uttered a word as we progressed to the stairs.
We took the flight of stairs one after the other with Shola in front followed by Rotimi, then I.
Shola lived in a four bedroom flat all alone. She let herself in and asked us to come in, which we did.
Her sittingroom was tastefully furnished and every item in the room spoke of affluence. I asked myself how she came about the money to live in such opulence. Definitely, her salary could not afford her such luxury.
The door from the stairs led to the sitting room which had a bar and a detached dining room. The dining led to the kitchen and an emergency exit which was locked. Behind the three seater settee, was a door which led to the master bedroom and the other three rooms.
I was lost in thought but I did well to appear unfazed by the sight that greeted me at Shola's house. We were also comfortable, but this was too much for a single lady living alone!
Rotimi was also surprised by what he saw. I saw the look on his face as Shola excused herself to change her clothes and clean her swollen bloodied mouth.
She came back and asked what we would eat or drink. The still vexing Rotimi replied,
''Did you bring us here to eat and drink? If you have nothing better to say, we would be on our way.''
I knew better than to say otherwise. I was still angry but something told me to exercise caution in expressing my anger.
Shola went in and brought out two glasses and a large bottle of Eva water. She placed it on the centre table opposite us and sat herself on the one seater chair across the room.
Her action infuriated Rotimi again as he stood up moving to the table, he picked one of the glasses but I was fast this time around as I held his hand before he threw it at Shola. His hand shook and the glass dropped on the rugged floor without breaking. I picked it up and placed it in the tray.
''Shola take this out of here and tell us why you brought us here. Or we would like to go home.'' I said to her.
Shola was still shocked at Rotimi's action. She could not believe that she just escaped another onslaught from the angry man in front of her.
Rotimi sat down beside me still fuming as she took the tray out and placed it on the dining table.
She came back and sat on her former chair. Then she cleared her voice which was badly shaking.
''Ehm ehm ehm... I don't know how to begin.'' She couldn't gather her thoughts. Rotimi had shaken her badly. That guy was a terrorist!
Finally, after seven minutes, she got her voice and began to speak.
''I am Shola Orilowo as you know. I am the only surving daughter and child of Chief and Mrs Orilowo. This is where my parents lived before their death. But now, I am the landlady of the house and other properties they had. Please be patient with me as I tell you my journey into paedophilia and bisexualism. I am sorry. Rotimi please just be a little calm and please just listen to me.'' She pleaded.
''My dad married my mum some thirty something years ago. I was the third child they had and I had three elder siblings. All things were going well till one day when my mum took ill. Daddy took her to the hospital and she was admitted. Mummy was diagnosed of kidney stones and she was flown abroad then for surgery. She came back and was well for some months before she had a relapse and back to the hospital again with the same ailment.'' She narrated.
We were touched by that but we had not softened totally. We listened with rapt attention.
''The doctor assured dad she would be alright but she was not. All efforts put in yielded no result. She was flown abroad again, but it was still the same thing. Mum lived in the hospital for close to a year. Then one bright morning, on my third birthday, my siblings and I visited her at the hospital to spend the day with her. She was extra lively that day and she played and prayed for us. She later asked us to go that she wanted to sleep. Dad came home that night to tel us that our mother had given up the struggle to live. She was said to have died smiling. I still believed I killed her.'' She cleaned the drop of tears in her eye and continued.
''Two years after her death, dad married the woman changed my life...''
© Yettocome™ 2013
It was a two storeyed building and she lived on the first floor. The ground floor was occupied by another set of people. The ground floor was the type normally called face-me-I-face-you. It was a room and parlour affair with bath and kitchen ensuite. I roughly counted five of such as we walked through the passage to the stairs at the end of the long hallway.
The people at home peeped to greet her in a respectful manner and she replied as best as she could with her swollen mouth. One of them even asked her what happened and she lied that she had a minor accident and her two colleagues at work helped her home. The man thanked us profusely but we never uttered a word as we progressed to the stairs.
We took the flight of stairs one after the other with Shola in front followed by Rotimi, then I.
Shola lived in a four bedroom flat all alone. She let herself in and asked us to come in, which we did.
Her sittingroom was tastefully furnished and every item in the room spoke of affluence. I asked myself how she came about the money to live in such opulence. Definitely, her salary could not afford her such luxury.
The door from the stairs led to the sitting room which had a bar and a detached dining room. The dining led to the kitchen and an emergency exit which was locked. Behind the three seater settee, was a door which led to the master bedroom and the other three rooms.
I was lost in thought but I did well to appear unfazed by the sight that greeted me at Shola's house. We were also comfortable, but this was too much for a single lady living alone!
Rotimi was also surprised by what he saw. I saw the look on his face as Shola excused herself to change her clothes and clean her swollen bloodied mouth.
She came back and asked what we would eat or drink. The still vexing Rotimi replied,
''Did you bring us here to eat and drink? If you have nothing better to say, we would be on our way.''
I knew better than to say otherwise. I was still angry but something told me to exercise caution in expressing my anger.
Shola went in and brought out two glasses and a large bottle of Eva water. She placed it on the centre table opposite us and sat herself on the one seater chair across the room.
Her action infuriated Rotimi again as he stood up moving to the table, he picked one of the glasses but I was fast this time around as I held his hand before he threw it at Shola. His hand shook and the glass dropped on the rugged floor without breaking. I picked it up and placed it in the tray.
''Shola take this out of here and tell us why you brought us here. Or we would like to go home.'' I said to her.
Shola was still shocked at Rotimi's action. She could not believe that she just escaped another onslaught from the angry man in front of her.
Rotimi sat down beside me still fuming as she took the tray out and placed it on the dining table.
She came back and sat on her former chair. Then she cleared her voice which was badly shaking.
''Ehm ehm ehm... I don't know how to begin.'' She couldn't gather her thoughts. Rotimi had shaken her badly. That guy was a terrorist!
Finally, after seven minutes, she got her voice and began to speak.
''I am Shola Orilowo as you know. I am the only surving daughter and child of Chief and Mrs Orilowo. This is where my parents lived before their death. But now, I am the landlady of the house and other properties they had. Please be patient with me as I tell you my journey into paedophilia and bisexualism. I am sorry. Rotimi please just be a little calm and please just listen to me.'' She pleaded.
''My dad married my mum some thirty something years ago. I was the third child they had and I had three elder siblings. All things were going well till one day when my mum took ill. Daddy took her to the hospital and she was admitted. Mummy was diagnosed of kidney stones and she was flown abroad then for surgery. She came back and was well for some months before she had a relapse and back to the hospital again with the same ailment.'' She narrated.
We were touched by that but we had not softened totally. We listened with rapt attention.
''The doctor assured dad she would be alright but she was not. All efforts put in yielded no result. She was flown abroad again, but it was still the same thing. Mum lived in the hospital for close to a year. Then one bright morning, on my third birthday, my siblings and I visited her at the hospital to spend the day with her. She was extra lively that day and she played and prayed for us. She later asked us to go that she wanted to sleep. Dad came home that night to tel us that our mother had given up the struggle to live. She was said to have died smiling. I still believed I killed her.'' She cleaned the drop of tears in her eye and continued.
''Two years after her death, dad married the woman changed my life...''
© Yettocome™ 2013
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