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“Who cares,” John muttered under his nose. But it was loud enough for dad to hear.
“What did you say?” dad asked and instinctively rushed towards John. Before John could turn around and react, dad’s right hand had already reached his shoulders and forcefully turned him around. With John now facing dad, dad gave him a slap on his face. John wasn’t expecting it.
“Are you trying to show me that you are now a man? Do you want to challenge me? Or have you smoked something?”
John stared at dad for some seconds, anger building up within him. “I have always been planning on leaving this house for a long time. You know what? My mind had already left this house a long time ago. You can have you big fancy house all to yourself. I don’t intend to stay anyway.”
Dad stared at him, he didn’t expect this.
“Fine, then what have been doing here all along, did I chain you here?”
“It’s not just about building a fancy house. I hope you mean what you are saying when you say we should leave, because it will even be a thing of joy to sleep on the street than stay here with parents that doesnt care. I wish this door can be opened soon so that you can have the house to yourself. This house is not even qualified to be called a home” Ada chipped in to dad’s amazement.
“You are not even qualified to be called my daughter. You have decided to be a disgrace to yourself. I can’t even look at you. You should be ashamed of yourself but rather you still have the guts to talk to me like that. Is it me that you got you into this condition and made you feel like you don’t have a home? I will be glad to have you take your disgraceful self out of here.” Dad returned.
He had never exchanged words with his children before. It had always been him talking and everybody in the house listening. He hadn’t even ever thought that they had grown big enough to voice out their opinion. Where these really his kids? Looking at them now they were like strangers to him.
“If I am pregnant or if John is smoking around, it really should be your fault. It beats me that you don’t even blame yourself for anything! Oh I forgot, you are the perfect dad, the manager of Dew luck Nig. Limited who always gets it right” Ada replied. This was really surprising. I never thought she had such guts to talk back to dad the way she was doing now.
“Ada, you mouth is surprisingly too sharp for someone who acted in such a disgraceful manner. You are not even grateful to your parents who sacrifice their all to make sure you get the best in life. Instead you stand here and talk back to your dad with such effrontery.” Mum injected.
“The best in life? Did you say the best in life?” I can’t believe you mum. You think what your children are having here is the best in life?” Ada returned, looking around disdainfully.
“A lot of your mates will give everything to be in your shoes. You are not grateful to God for what you have; no wonder you have no respect for yourself. Don’t you see your mates hawking on the streets? But you have the opportunity of finding yourself in school; instead you are misusing it by avoiding school and sleeping with men all over town.” Mum said.
“What do you know about school mum, what do you even know about me?” Ada asked, she shrugged frustratingly and walked away from the scene.
John left after her, leaving mum and dad standing there with their mouths wide open.
Dad was both unhappy and angry, “Do you know this is all your fault?” he said to mum, “how can you look at yourself and call yourself a good mother? You chose to neglect the kids under your care and concentrate all your efforts on that boutique of yours. You don’t know your duty as a mother, now look at the result.”
“Oh please, enough of your ranting. Will you ever stop? Mr. Perfect. If I concentrate my effort on my boutique where do you put yours? Oh, I remember you always take out time to be with your children.” Mum replied and walked into their bedroom.
Dad followed her behind.
“How can you feel no remorse? I can’t believe you and your children have the guts to talk like this. Do know how it hurts to realize that my family takes all my sacrifice for granted?”
“Our children! They are not my children, they are ours. You are not a stranger in this house. This is your house and I am your wife and those are you children! Perhaps you have forgotten. I believe part of this is my fault, but you also have part of the blame. You cannot run your home like it is a business organization. I alone cannot handle these growing children, we all need you! Stop blaming me for once!”
Dad made an ‘unbelievable’ gesture, “What do you expect me to do? Sit down here with you to train the children so that you can remind me of how my mates are working hard? Is this what I get for all my hard work in ensuring that this family is catered for? Can’t anyone in this how show appreciation?
Please tell me Mr. Manager, what is the need of working so hard for the family when you can’t be there for them!!” Mum was obviously tried so hard.
“Having the perfect family involves more than money. Money will not speak to the kids when they need someone to talk to and guide them!!”
“And that is why you are here. Tell me, what exactly is your function as a mother? Just accept it, you have failed. Under your nose these children have become delinquents, but instead of accepting the blame, you blame me!!”
Dad was already shaking in anger; there is little wonder why this argument had not gotten physical. “All my effort, to have a stable family have been in vain all because I married an incompetent wife! Do you realize that I have no social life for myself just because of you all?”
“It is always all about you right? You worked hard, you give your all blah blah blah, but can you be honest to yourself?
Are you not working real hard just for the selfish reason of climbing up the ladder of success? It has little of nothing to do with your family. Besides, what do you call social life when you don’t share anything with your family?” It was obvious that mum was all out for dad today.
“Is that how you see it?” Dad reflectively asked and quickly dodged from that line of argument, somehow he knew if he pondered hard over the statement mum just made, he would realize she was saying the truth. “Do you realize that I have just spent not more than 3hrs from when I woke with the family and I have discovered a whole lot of things that you don’t know about the children?”
“Yes, therefore spend more time with the family, perhaps it will help curb down all these antisocial behavior in them.
How can you use your work as an excuse not to be with your family? Do you realize that for a long time now, this is the longest conversation we have had even though it is full of arguments? You have succeeded in relegating me to the background with your fastidious attitude yet you blame me for everything.” Mum was still angry but her tone was lower.”
“You can try as much as possible try to shift the blame but I see all these as your fault. It pains me that you don’t see it that way, which means there is no hope for this family. You must accept responsibility for whatever is going on at home, that is why you are the mother here.” Dad replied stubbornly. “Just imagine my children behaving like rebels, I will never take this in this house, not after all my efforts, never!!” with that, he stormed out of the bedroom, into his study.
Mum watched him leave; she had already decided not to reply him again. If he had chosen to continue being stubborn and blaming her that was his problem. She will continue being the part time mother she had always being just as long as her husband continues not to play his part as a father. She will not kill herself for anybody, not even her kids.
She went straight to the bed and lay down.
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