EPISODE 2

THE BENSON’S RESIDENCE


This is real!
This is me!!
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be now
Gonna let the light shine on me, now I’ve found,
Who I am, there’s no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I wanna be
This is me!

Zoe sang Camp Rock’s ‘This is me’ so beautifully with her chubby right ‘paw’ as the microphone coupled with correct and thrilling gesticulations.

Few minutes ago, I had hurt my finger with the cabinet door in a bid to hurriedly prepare my mother-in-law's pounded yam.

I screamed in pain as I felt the pain deeply in my bones, quickly applied first aid before settling down in the sitting room to allow the air condition calm my sudden perspiration down.

Feeling my pain as if it was hers, Zoe decided to mimic Demi Lovato in that high school musical to entertain me and I really enjoyed watching her sing without mincing words forgetting my pain for some minutes.

‘But for goodness’ sake, where is mama? She said she was at the bus stop already and its past two hours now. Na wa o’ I thought to myself as I blew air on the hurt finger.

‘Mummy, lemme quickly rush in, have a forty winks, then I will be back. I need to calm this brain. Its overworked and I still have more essays to write today’ she said, pecked me on the forehead and scurried inside as if being pursued.

‘I wish I could just have one more child but what about my unfortunate husband’s low sperm count?’ I thought allowed and hissed very loudly despising my husband the more.

As I started drifting into sleep, the honking of his car woke me up. I heard the gate opened and his car drove in as the ‘Welcome Oga’ greeting from Yakubu rang loud and clear.

I adjusted on the settee again, clutching the pillows to myself and pretending to be asleep. The door opened and I heard his footsteps. I slightly opened the windows of my eyes as I beheld him. I shook my head with great sadness as he knelt down before the centre table to pray.

‘Filthy prayers. Foolish unfortunate man’ I muttered.

Many people had told me to stop cursing or insulting this miserable being but I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried.

It got worse and worse!

He stood up from his kneeling position, glanced over me briefly and he glided over to the dining room. I heard him pull the chair, sit down and opening the dishes before I sprung up suddenly.

‘You can’t touch that food’ I shouted as I walked with speed to the dining room to prevent him.

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