I walked sluggishly in shame towards the path that lead to my classroom. The voice of my math teacher was what brought me back to life from my painful thoughts, he patted my back and said ” child! don’t be ashamed, the route is long but your success is certain”. I went home with my heart full of pain. After the school closing hour, I treckked home alone; at about some meters away from home; I felt a serious pain in between my laps; I guess the cane I got this morning gave me a deep wound, today is actually a day to remember and my heart is soaking in pain, it was a bullet in my heart, hitting me so badly. it was leaving a darkened flesh in my liver; I could not breathe well.
I got home by four thirty when naturally I should have gotten home by Two thirty, on reaching close to the frontage of our house, the look on mother’s face made me know I was probably in trouble or something. ” you left the porridge on fire!!! the whole food got burnt, you this bastard!! you are a bastard!! just like your father!”. I walked passed mother slowly; tears was dropping like hot oil from my cheek: it feel so hot that the little hair on my face was dilating. I was about to enter the house, then I gazed back at mother, she was quiet, the look on her face made me feel her pain; I knew she was not in a good mood that evening. Then I to walked towards her;” mother’ I love you no matter what! but I can’t wait for father to come take me away from you” I went into my room and slept off while I was crying. I was awake all through the night; I woke up with fever the next day, I woke up only to find out mother had gone to farm, she already made breakfast down for me, she left some herbs at the bancony table. Mother could be very caring and loving; but her bad side is just too unbearable. sometimes I wish she could just shared her pain with me, instead of bearing it alone. we were supposed to get each other’s back.
To be continued.