My Dad and I sat together in the kitchen of the bar. He was washing the utensils and bringing out the left over foods so that we'll eat them together. That's how poor we've become.
"Dad, don't you think we should open our own bar, it's a nice business and there are plenty of customers who will patronise you." I said to my Dad as he washed the utensils.
"Marsai, I always admire your ability to bring in good suggestions. But your mum and I already have a lot on our plate. Things are too hard for your mum and I right now. Okay? When things get better for us, we'll contemplate that." Dad replied, tousling my hair.
"How is your lesson going?"
"Terrible. I prefer going to school than attending lessons" I sighed.
"Don't worry. Very soon, you will start attending school. Okay?" Dad assured me.
I nodded my head in approval.
We heard noises in the bar. The noise was so loud and it looked like a couple was quarrelling.
"What's happening?" I asked my Dad eagerly.
"I don't know. Let's check." My Dad dropped his hand towel on the sink. He held my hands and carried sleeping Stephen on his back as we went out to see what was happening.
"If you don't pay for the welfare of our kids! I'm going to do something terrible to you!" the lady shouted pointing her fingers at the Man sitting opposite her.
"We're already divorced and you should move on now. Those Bastards you call my kids are not mine!. you think I don't know that you don't have a womb?" The man laughed.
The people around there started murmuring.
"she doesn't have a womb? that's very unfortunate." the people murmured.
"you're a liar! Do you want me to expose to the public how you slept with various women? Let's not forget how you slept with Modricks' wife" The lady laughed.
"Modricks' wife? Isn't the husband over there?" the people murmured looking towards my Dad's direction.
My Dad was speechless.
I looked up to my Dad. Fear was boldly written on his face and his hands were vibrating in fear.
"Is that mum?"
My Dad was surprised to hear that question from me. He looked at me for a few seconds without saying a word.
"It might be someone who has the same name as me. Let's go now." we turned to leave.
We heard a loud scream from the lady. I was shocked that I has to turn back to see what was happening. Her ex-husband has already slapped her on the cheeks. A fight started between them. The security officials gathered around to separate them.
"Dad, he just slapped her?!" I exclaimed.
"That happens everyday. But a man shouldn't lay his hands on a woman. Anyman that does that is a fool." My Dad replied.
I loved the reply my Dad gave me that even made me respect him more. Even though my Mum rains insults at him, he never laid his hands on her. Instead, they'll get into a heated argument.
Deep down in my heart, I knew the lady was talking about my mum but I tried convincing myself that it was false.
Another incident occurred. This time around it was an incident that I will never forget. I regretted having my Mum as a mother.
I don't know what attracted my Dad to her despite the fact that he knew about her personality before impregnating her. Although, my birth was a mistake to them.
Despite everything we went through as a family, she still went back to being a hoe.
That was the day I realised that you can't make a wife out of a hoe. I know this statement is disturbing but my Mum made me believe that this is true.
My Dad and I were washing the kitchen utensils in the bar as usual, when an order arrived.
"Two serves of Taco and sweet corn cake. Two bottle of red wines too." The waiter said to us.
I was surprised because that is my Mum's favourite food. She never jokes with it.
"Dad, do you know that this is Mum's favourite dish?" I asked my Dad.
"yes. I know very well that it is your mum's favourite dish. The person must have the same taste as your mum." Dad smiled.
"I want to know who it is." I attempted to leave.
"Marsai, don't go too far!" my Dad shouted.
"Don't worry, I won't." I replied.
It could have been better for me if I didn't go to check who it was. It was weird that I had this feeling that it could be my Mum.
I peeped through the door to see a lady dressed in a classy black skimpy outfits and high heels. Although, I couldn't see her face.
The shoes looked familiar. It looks like one of my Mum's heels. The lady placed her hands on the wine bottle to open it.
That ring, the ring on her finger. That is exactly the ring my mum always wore when she remarried Mr.Stephens. She didn't wear it back when we reunited with my Dad so why is she suddenly wearing it back?.
"could all this be a coincidence?" I asked myself repeatedly.
"Hey! Move out of the way." The waiter pushed me and the door opened widely. I fell on the floor and screamed in pain. Everyone in the bar turned to look at me.
That was when I had to look clearly at the lady to see if she was my mum.
I looked at her direction and she stared at me. Those eyes, nose and lips. No matter how much she tried to cover herself with that make up, I still recognized her.
Her siren eyes and that heart shaped lips. She held the glass wine on her hands while staring at me. I looked beside her to see who it was and to my surprise it was that same man that beat her up into a pulp.
"Mr. Stephens?!" I asked in surprise.
The old man stared at me and smirked. The tears that ran down my cheeks were uncontrollable.
"Mum, how could you do this to me?" I cried.
"When are you going to let this young girl know that money is everything? Did she really think you'll go back to her Dad after all the unfortunate things that happened to him?" Mr. Stephens laughed.
"Don't worry, I'll let her know about that very soon." My Mum said, dropping the glass of wine on the table.
"Hey young lady, would you stand up from there and stop embarrassing yourself." My Mum said to me with a stern look.
The people around stared at me. I had to stand up from the floor immediately.
"Mum, you're a traitor and a betrayal?!" I shouted pointing at my Mum.
This drew everyone's attention to my Mum and I.
"Who is your mother? You must be mistaken dear!." My Mum shouted at me.
"Dad!….Dad! Mum is with another Man!!" I screamed loudly.
"Her Mum is a cheater? How old is she again? Is she not only ten years old? She doesn't look and behave like a kid." the people murmured amongst themselves.
A staff member went in to inform my Dad about what was happening.
"Mr.Modricks, your daughter is causing a huge scene in the bar and people are recording it."
"My daughter? Marsai?!" My Dad shouted, tying young Stephen on his back. He ran into the Bar immediately.
My Dad walked into the Bar. He stared at my Mum for a few minutes without saying a word. My Mum wasn't feeling remorseful at all, instead she adjusted herself on the seat.
My Dad looked at Mr. Stephens and he was laughing at him.
My Dad really had a mental breakdown that day. He didn't even know what to do. He let out a loud scream and instead of the people to confront him, instead they laughed at him and made funny memes with it.
"He looks like a pathetic single father." A woman laughed and the others joined in.
"Let's get out of here. This looks embarrassing." Mr. Stephen said to my Mum.
She diligently agreed and they left the bar at once.
A young lady walked up to my Dad and I. She confronted my Dad and told him not to worry about anything. She walked us out of the bar together.
She was talking with my Dad. my Dad asked me to excuse them. She gave a card to my Dad and entered her car at once.
My Mum was inside Mr. Stephens car when she saw them talking.
"Are you jealous?" Mr. Stephens asked my Mum.
"why will I be? I can never be with a broke man." My Mum sighed.
"you're too materialistic. I'm afraid that you'll betray me one day." Mr. Stephens laughed.
"I won't do such a thing." My Mum faked a smile.
The lady happened to be Miss Georgia. She's a very beautiful woman in her early thirties. She looks very elegant and classy. Her British accent is what I admire the most. She is a therapist. She probably handed her card to my Dad in order for him to book an appointment with her.
We arrived home with little Stephen. He happened to be sick that same night. My Dad had to look for where to buy drugs for him that night. I would really say that my Dad really suffered for us. He treated my step brother like he was his. When he finally arrived home, he gave little Stephens some drugs and put him to bed.
My mum arrived home and started ranting. My Dad and I knew she was going to do this. She called my Dad all soughts of names like liar and a cheat. Her loud voice woke little Stephen up. This angered my Dad because the little boy was very sick.
He stood up and tried to slap my mum on her cheeks. My mum smiled as he raised her hands because that is the moment she has been waiting for. She really wanted my Dad to beat her up so she can have a valuable reason to leave him.