There was something I couldn't get.
Why did I run? Why did I feel scared and guilty?
Was it that I felt all the fears and guilty that I would feel later in the future?
My brain was ringing. My body fluid and bruised by an invisible Koboko.
I just kept on running, don't know who I passed by. My only thought was my mom. I needed to be in her arms or I could just go mad with this terrible feelings.
"Ah" Without noticing, my head something hard but not strong. The person almost tripped to the ground in pain.
" Ori mi ... se iwo ko (My head... don't you..)"
My last words were swallowed immediately. The ' blind' person was none other than Him.
That human I never want to see in my life. He was standing right in front of me , holding his chest in pain.
Our eyes grew big in surprise. I wondered what he was doing here by this time.
" Morenikeji."
I could feel my teeth gnashing and my hands curled up to a fist at that, I hated it when he calls me that but what could I do; I just have to swallow my prideful hatred and take every shit he does.
With a surrendering sigh I asked how he felt and also apologise for bumbing into like that. I felt satisfied with saying all those truthful lies.
Infact, I never cared for him. So just going by what my mom told me, I need to play along.
"Kii ṣe apaniyan..haha ... pẹlu ori kekere ti tirẹ .. hahaha ( It not that fatal..haha... with that little head of yours.. hahaha)"
Okay! That's it!
Just because I really wanted to be nice to you .... doesn't mean you should misuse it.
What if? If my head was small, what about his own?
Big? large? extra large?
I really wanted to walk out on him but somehow, I felt relieved and relaxed.
And I hated it.
" Lonakona, kilode ti o wa nibi .... Mo tumọ si ... kini o n ṣe ni ita ile rẹ? (Anyways, why are you here....I mean... what are you doing outside your house?)"
I asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, Mo nlo si ile Baba ( Oh, I was going to Baba's house)"
Is this boy stupid?
" Fun kini? (For what?)" I just couldn't help myself but to be very curious.
Am I his sister? or his wife to be?
" Daradara .... (Well....)" his eyelashes flickered and his eyelids shy. He glanced at me before looking at the ground. Using his leg to draw whatever on the white sand of the night.
Through the ray of light from the full moon, I could see everything clearly.
Have you ever thought of the moon being a little hardworking girl meticulously pounding yam in a mortar using a big pestle. Maybe for her family members to eat as dinner.
It looked so precious and perfect. I hoped that girl was me.Elegantly Pounding yam for my mom and brothers to eat with assorted Egusi soup..... it made me feel high thinking of it.
" Your mom told me to join you to play .... That tommorow will be the.. "
" I know! " I interrupted him with a mild irritation mixed with sorrow in my voice. He doesn't have to remind me. I felt betrayed by my mom. She knew I hated him and still..... No wonder she happily sent me out. Maybe she did it for my own good?
He looked at me for sometime before adding "Mo mọ pe iwọ ko fẹ mi nihin. Mo ro pe ti mo ba rii bi o ṣe n ṣe ... Emi yoo pada si ile ni itunu pe o n dun ni ayọ (I know you don't want me here. I thought if I could see how you are doing... I would go back home relieved that you are playing happily)"
"E seun sir .... bi e se ri pe inu mi dun (Thank you sir.... as you can see I am happy)" My blood was boiling with anger. I felt it In every part of my system that I might become the next sango, if proper care was not taken.
" Ṣiṣe bi o ṣe lepa rẹ? (Running like you are being chased?)"
That look on his face ....I Don't like it.
I didn't give him an answer, just did what I normally do, when I see him.
Walking out on him.
He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve knowing why.
I continued my race without looking back. I really need to see my mom.