BACK IN THE DAYS- THE CONCLUDING STORY

This is the concluding story to back-in-days

I knew I was “dead”, I just kept asking God why he allowed me carry my two “tontinrin” legs enter Kayode’s room that morning. I sighed and activated #school life mode, abi wetin I for do. Kayode tried apologising but I told him it wasn’t his fault after all nobody knew my mum was going to show up that morning……I  was anxious for the drama to end, I knew my parents were going to show up in my hostel the next day…..my mum doesn’t waste time like that...

The next day…Dad and Mum were back as expected. I didn’t know what my mum had told my Dad but I knew the summary was “Sykik, slept in a man’s room”. I was ready to face the jury …my Mum started talking and truth be told I just blanked out because I couldn’t wait for the verdict to be delivered.

Finally, Dad asked Mum to leave the room so he can talk to me one-on-one. Na so I just went on my knees oh…..*^{Nkemji style}* I started crying, ^{*catarrh join tears things*}please don’t kill me…”I didn’t sleep in a man’s room oh”…… “I don’t talk to any man except my classmates and we only talk about school”……….. I am sure I must have said I was using sign language to talk to any man after class sef….my dad just sat there with this glint in his eyes. Then Dad goes, “Sykik, calm down…tell me what happened”…so I told him the story…how I was going to have my bath, my neighbour called out, I went into his room, we talked for some few minutes and I was heading out of his room when Mum came..…he looked amused.

My Dad goes” Sykik, don’t worry, I know your Mum and I know you”…you are my daughter and I know what you can and can’t do, but, shebi you know your mum is a drama queen, so let us indulge her…lets keep talking for about an hour then I will call her in…otherwise she won’t let me rest with her fears …my People, na so Sykik and Papa Sykik start to gist about school life ,my classmates, growing up, boys, etc…in my mind, I was like “Dad, you are cool like this oh”…..he said he trusts me to make the best decision at all times and that I am all grown up now and there comes a time in life when my parents can’t be my shadow…..that I have been tutored in the ways of the Lord to know right from wrong …my Dad went on and on……...and truly that day I knew I wanted to make my parents proud and live up to their expectation.

After about two hours, Dad calls Mama Sykik back into the room and tells her that he has pulled my ears well-well and that I should be grateful he didn’t kill me today and when next I try that “rubbish” he will withdraw me from school and enrol me for training at a hairdressing salon…..I almost chuckled when I heard hairdressing…….head bowed, I just kept nodding my head. Mama Sykik was glad that I had been subdued before they left, I made sure we drew up a visiting roaster …yes oh…to avoid “stories that touch” ……did Mama Sykik keep to the roaster?….NO… ….did she ever catch me in any uncompromising situations again?…..NO….Sykik wised–up ..….