It was Saturday morning, of course the sky was almost frightening blue, my mother and I was on our way to the farm. Though we do that daily, we would trek kilometers of distance, which usually makes me tired long before we get to the farm. My mum was wearing a blue top on a green skirt that has turned almost yellow due to the constant presence of dirt on it. I was sleeping while walking which was my usual act that always earn me unpleasant words from mother.
It was late December; the road was full of dew, and everywhere was moist. Mother kept raining curses on me” stupid girl, useless idiot; your mates are in their mothers’ farm tilling the ground or harvesting yams”. We often leave the house around 4am; I was only a ten year old girl and the cold was too harsh for my bones, so it’s bewildering seeing her angry but the truth, I was not bothered until a car passed by us, a Peugot 504 owned by our neighbor, Pastor Daran. The noise his car make is a Saturdays morning alarm for residence of the farm arena, and the people have come to adapt since there was no means to set alarm. A lot of people were probably grateful that God gave him that ” wonderful car”. It’s a wonderful car indeed, because on hearing the sound from about ten meters away, a little girl like me would wake from all slumbering: that only favours my mother and it brings me to the reality of facing her curses squarely … Especially those sleep helped me to escape. Well that’s my mother for you, even in that I do really love her. I was used to her curses anyway, at least she has not called me a bastard this morning.
Last Saturday, the car pulled over to a stop about twenty five meters away from us, I guess the brakes of the car were probably faulty. My mother and I had to run that twenty five meters to enter the car: it took us about one hour to get to the farm, which normally would have been shorter if we had tracked, On getting to our farm, mother had to shout that we had reached our farmland. The noise of the car could not allow him hear mother easily and we ended up stopping fifty meters away from our farmland. Mother sustained an injury when alighting from the car which also slowed us down on our fifty meters walk back to the farm.
Pastor Daran was about putting the car to a stop to give us a lift again this Saturday but mother took a left turn towards a different path to avoid him. Seeing and understanding what this means, I also …
To be continued