"Teni! Teni oh!"
I had approximately 3(three) more seconds before my sister barged into my room to send me on an entirely useless errand. I grumbled, quickly rearranging my position on the bed and pretending to be fast asleep. Just as I had predicted, she flung the door open, her movements were paused and I dared open my eyes to check if she was still in my room.
My undoing.
"Ah ahn, I knew it. I knew you were just pretending!" Sister Tutu exclaimed, triumphantly, strutting towards my bed.
I groaned, mentally face palming, why couldn't I just master the art of pretending?
"Oya gba lowo mi. Go and get me cheese ball, with other ijekuje you see. And be fast about it." She said, pointing a wad of #50 naira notes in my face.
Knowing I had no choice but to obey, I swung my leg from the bed and yanked the notes from my sister's hand. Who only laughed, wiggled her butt and sauntered out of my room, leaving me to get dressed. I unplugged my phone from the charger and made my way outside, donned in a simple knee length jean and black shirt.
"Where are you going?" My rude younger brother, questioned the moment I walked out of the house. He was busy kicking his ball against the wall, if mummy or daddy were to be home, he wouldn't have dared tried pulling down the fence with his antics.
"And what business of yours is that?" I fired back, and then thought of something,"Wait oh! If you're home why did Tutu come to disturb me?"
"Because she loves me!" His tongue was out as I stood arms akimbo frowning, considering going back inside to refuse going anywhere, but thought better of it.
Tutu wasn't going to give in. She hated me too much to take back her request. Hot sun or not!
I ambled out of the compound, making sure to bang the gate but regretted my action almost immediately.
Now you see, I wasn't this two goody shoes you are already viewing me as. I was worse than the average trouble maker. My parents were getting tired of me taking actions and not thinking of the consequences and my rabble rousing. Infact the one that did it for me was pummeling a girl, to the extent that she almost tasted death and was put in the ICU for God-knows-how-long. So they made a rule; I was to obey every single command and failure to do so attracted punishments.
What more, if I failed to carry out the punishments meted out to me, I would be sent to a Military boarding school without delay. I was doing everything in my power to avoid such a thing, hence the exaggerated obedience.
But my devil of a sister, Tutu was doing everything in her power to push me past my elastic limits. I was near breaking point already and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my patience which inevitably meant Bye bye to Barcliff Academy.
The sun was harsh and I feared for my black skin. I was black enough already, any shade darker and I would be as black as burnt Jollof rice.
"Aunty do you have cheese ball?" I asked the fair skinned lady who was in charge of the shop.
The lady eyed me, gave a prolonged juicy hiss and then retorted angrily," Are you blind? Can't you see it there?" Her finger was pointing at the hanged plastic bag that contained cheese ball, which I honestly hadn't noticed before.
"I was just asking ni na." I replied instead, keeping in the snarky comment that was about to leave my lips.
"Well, that is it. How much own do you want?" Who frustrated this aunty? Why was she this peevish?
Although I didn't say it out loud, instead I gave one of my very fake smiles and started pointing out what I wanted. I avoided touching any of her goods to prevent tales that touch the heart.
"What else?" She asked after I stopped pointing.
What about the whole of your shop?
"Nothing." I responded stretching out the money towards her. "Take."She said so calmly that I stared at her face, trying to figure out if she was bipolar.
"What happened to my face. I said take your money, abi! Ki lo tu de?" Her raucous mood was back again. I hurriedly took the goods from her and pocketed the change, Tutu was not getting this back from me.
Glad to be away from that abnormal woman. I practically ran home and soon enough I was back to the noise of ball colliding with wall. I opened the door and walked to Tutu's room, without knocking I entered and wasn't in the least surprised to find her in front of the mirror. Trying to twerk her sand paper butt. Nothing was shaking... absolutely nothing.
I held in my laughter and cleared my throat. My cheeks straining from the effort.
"Haven't I told you to always knock before you enter my room?" Sister Tutu asked, the moment she got herself together. I could see she was embarrassed.
Ha ha!
Walking gingerly to her study table, I smirked and dropped the goods there,"Do you knock before you enter my room too?"
"I'll report you." She threatened, her face was hard.
"Someone cannot play with you!" I joked, immediately changing my tone. She was taking this operation-curb-Teni's-excesses too seriously.
She refused to give a reply and when I was almost out of her room, she suddenly talked,"My change?"
"Huh!" I turned, looking as innocent as a lamb.
"Teni I'm not playing. Where's my change?" She questioned, her palms out.
Angrily I marched to her and slapped the naira notes on her hands,"Eat your change!" And I marched back out too.
"Yes, I will eat it!" She yelled after me, turning on the volume of the music and I also heard the click of door locking.
I smiled to myself devilishly. Thank God, I was smart. Earlier I had divided the change into two parts and kept it in separate pockets. Just in case something like this happened. Going into my room and locking the door behind me, I counted the money with me, two hundred and sixty naira (#260).
Not bad!