DEO'S DIARY, EP16.....CRAZY IS THE NEW NORMAL!

                          

I was trying to adjust to my new life, mom still silent on her sick bed, not ready to see or talk to dad, guess that's her new style of dealing with this shock. My dad on the other hand has been silent too and we've not been talking, though he fakes all is well with his normal routine; goes to work, attend meetings, among other things... That's the difference between men and women; men can mask there emotions and just act is totally fine, when his marriage of about twenty five years is about to shatter.

Mom's secret house seems to be an haven for me; peaceful and calm, no more secrets is unfolding and the only prayer I kept saying is for this two adults to get a grip, talk about it and move past it....I know that's not going to be as easy as said, but they are not even trying at all.

I was planning to go see the new movie 'The Perfect Guy' which I believe he doesn't exist anymore, especially since I knew my perfect dad to be flawed with sins, just like his fore-fathers. I really want to see what will make a perfect guy in this movie my friends have been hyping..."oh! Deo, you need to see the perfect guy, Morris Chestnut and Sanaa Lathan was great in it"

All dressed and ready to leave, but still contemplating on adding more powder to the one on my face...wish all this expensive Mac and Mary Kay product can cover the pain inside, then my phone rang.

Guess who?

It was the "the perfect man" (my father), he hasn't call me for a while now, and I wondered what could be going on. The first thing that came to my mind was my mom, I haven't spoken with her today and I hope all is well; could she be dead?

I picked up the call, we exchanged our normal pleasantries...from the way he sounds, I was certain mom is fine, I asked if he was fine. He sarcastically told me he doesn't even know what that means. He said would love me to come over to the house as soon as I can, and I should say hello to Annie for him.

I was surprised all along he thought I was with Annie, he still doesn't know about this secret house my mom kept with me.

Like any good daughter, I told him I will be with him shortly, and the line was off. That call totally changed my plans from going to see the movie, to going to see my dad, but I'm pretty sure what I will get from going to see him, will be better than going to the cinema.

From the state of the house, you can tell a lot is going on; the house look empty even when everything is still the way I left it, it has always been empty but this time it look emptily empty, sadness in the air, all the glow has totally vanished; even with the proper arrangement done by the house keepers.

When dad came out to meet me in the living room, I was shocked, he has lost a lot weight (not that he was fat before), even though he's still handsome, just a little bit out of shape but physically; dad look like a "perfect guy". 

Damn! why is he not a model? I wondered.

We smiled at each other, he drew me closer and held me so tight!

He smells so good, but I just want to be out of his grip, but after a few seconds, I became relaxed in his warm arms, I wrapped my hands round him, and held him tighter. Oh! it felt so good and that was needed. It was a moment of great relieve for my dad and I.

We let go of each other and I asked him how he was doing.... 

Maybe I shouldn't have asked that question, 'cos the answer I got wasn't nice at all.

"Your mom filed for a divorce"

It was as if I was hit with a bucket of slush, then slapped and kicked by a strong hand, I was cold inside, and frozen for a while.

I looked deep into his eyes, I saw pain  and the stains; it was like a white cloth sprayed with crimson. The whole drama flashed through my eyes and all I saw in front of me was a 

"broken black man"

 I pitied him and said to myself, "I need to be strong for this family". Both of them ( my parents) are seriously broken and I am going to mend it. 

I exhaled, regained my composure and asked him, when and how he got the information.

He said he got it yesterday, my mom's lawyer came to his office to give him the letter, and he doesn't understand why mom is being so dramatic about the situation.

Can you imagine such coming out from a man who had a sex tape with another woman, and is cheating on his wife with a man. Dad didn't just say that.

I asked him why he thinks mom shouldn't go for a divorce after all he has done. Because the last time I checked, he started this whole nonsense when he can't keep his manhood in his pant, and he was even making a video. what was he thinking? Kim Kardashian's brother!

Then a new story came out, and this totally got me and made me realized how uninformed I was with the whole situation. Diary! I had no idea.

Dad told me the problem didn't just start, they have been dealing with some big issues since last year when a someone emailed him some 'sex pictures' of dad and a woman, though it's an old picture but the images are very bad... from the video I saw few weeks ago; that put mom in an hospital,I can tell what those pictures will look like, what I don't know is if its the same woman in the video or it's another. 

I became totally dumbfounded when he told me the man demanded for a sum of five million naira or the pictures would be leaked to the public. My dad's body, that is meant for just my mom and maybe and I, will be leaked for every one to see.

"He smiled" and I was beginning to get pissed with his sudden smile and pause from the story, my zeal to know what happened after the whole threat was killing me, the thought of how he dealt with that a year ago that nobody knew about it.

He continued, saying he was unable to raise the money within the time given to him, he got scared and confused, and he had to confide in his wife ( my mother).

"Your mother took control of the whole situation", turned it from my nightmare to hers, that was the woman I got married to, always in control no matter what. She always come out bold, and strong, no time to cry or whine, she was a fixer!

But the woman I saw in the hospital few weeks ago, was not the  the woman I married, and now asking for a divorce, something must is wrong, because she was a woman of her words, she told me for better or worse, she will be holding my hand, but now she doesn't want to see me. 

Your mom took up the story, she started emailing the man by herself, and she told me not to send or respond to any message from him.

I really don't know what she told him, but she was able to bit the money down from five million naira to two million, and from her own money she paid for it. she saw all the pictures and asked for the original copies from the man, and she also told him to delete every copies she has and never to message me again. I was with her the day she spoke with him on phone, she told him if he ever shows up again in our lives, she will bury him.

She told me not to worry anymore, and she doesn't want to hear anything about it again, it was after everything we traveled to the Hawaii, and we had a lot of fun, that was the end of it, until six months ago.

I was trying to swallow all this and yet there's more that started six month ago.

I lost my breath for few seconds and till now I'm yet to wrap my head round the HIV news he told me someone sent to my mom about him six months ago. A woman claimed to be his mistress and she's HIV positive. 

He told me everything was easily solved when my mom took him to the clinic where they both got tested, which the result came out negative, until this lady emailed my mom again telling her she should not be quick to conclude, because she is certain my dad is in his window period; that's the period when the virus manifest itself in the body of an host, and can be detected. which may can take up to six months or less.

Till I figure how to deal with all I heard, I won't be able to say much at this point. So much questions to ask, so much answers and more secrets to be relieved.

I thought I was deep in my family secrets, but now I know I was only scratching the surface, mum and dad are very good at keeping secrets and dealing with some strong issues. So they need to deal with this now, and the more I try to help, the deeper it gets. 

I felt bad because all along I have been blaming my mom for many things, not knowing the blows and bullets she has been taking and dodging for the family. She is indeed a strong woman, if only I knew,I wouldn't dug where i didn't bury. I'm pretty sure if I didn't tell her about dad and Fola, she would be home putting things in order.

I saw the perfect guy the next day, which was a Sunday, it wasn't as I expected but it was great, if my family story is to air as a movie, I'm sure it will be way better.

Christmas is fast approaching, and all I want from Santa is for my family to be mended and things to go back to normal, but it seems "crazy is the new normal"

Don't you think?

I still want us to get past this, without a divorce or any public attention.

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DEO'S DIARY EP15....THE BOY I USED TO KNOW.

It was really nice seeing Shope again, after so many seasons gone by. He has totally grown from that wishy-washy mama's boy I used to know back in university days, beards grooming is the new six packs, and he is not left out of this (sexy) madness either, can't stop staring at his screaming expensive brown vintage shoes or maybe it was his lovely legs, showing from the brown short he was wearing. He was too neat, so clean and proper, over arranged for me but God! he is good-looking.

I was totally stunned by all this changes in him, not just the physical, but the mental, he has really grown from that cute kid (who attempted suicide because of me), to a grown man, and it got me wondering what so much years can do to people, but some things will never change, he smiles at almost everything, since our eyes met he has been smiling, and that's an attribute he was well known for.

We both finally settle down with  a glass of juice each, after all sort of gestures and compliments, there was a quick silence in the air, something we used to assume that "an angel just passed" we looked at each other, that look to remind ourselves what that quick silence means and we smiled, to certify we both understood.

Where have you been?

I asked grimacing, a reminder of the last time we saw, and a question of what he wants. He chuckled and stared  at me as a response of him perfectly understanding me. 

Deola! you have not changed.

I raised my brows and shrugged pretending not to know what he is talking about, but deep inside I was happy he got the message. 

He started by telling me how much he was in love with me back then, and he thought the best option for him was to attempt suicide which failed, and his mother had to move with him to the United State. He schooled and he's working now, he told me how sorry he was for the whole drama between us and he would love us to leave the past in the past.

I will love to put the past in the past too, but diary, does the past always stay in the past, hell no! I'm a drama lady, and very inquisitive, so I will always visit the past so as to know the perfect need of the future and now

He continued, telling me he is on holiday and he came to Nigeria to see his boyfriend.

Boyfriend? 

The poppycock he has been talking about didn't really move me, but this new word "boyfriend" it was like I've never heard that word before, or maybe it's the first time I'm hearing such from a guy, and he mentioned it with so much pride and emotions. God! where did he get his confidence from?

He grinned and told me the main reason for this meeting is to apologize and catch up with me...oh! I hate suspense, not in the mood for the apology or catching up on a boring chit chat anymore, I just want him to get down to the nitty-gritty of this boyfriend talk, and the big question was right on my tongue that I didn't know when it came out.


Are you gay now?

I tried not to look weird or curious with the way I asked; I smiled and nodded in an amusing way, to make it all look normal to me, well, nothing about me has been normal lately. but cant dim my gleaming desperate eyes, my ears are so wide opened for his response.

I prefer the word QUEER, it's more classy and pleasant to the mouth and ear, right?...that was his response, with attitude.

I hated his gut, and I love it too, but at the back of my mind I kept wondering how did he switch from falling in love with me to being gay or queer, whatever.

To make him more comfortable with me, so I asked, are you 100 percent queer or Bisexual? 

He laughed loud, then I knew I'll get all my answers from him.

There is no 100 percent Deo, you're either Bi or Queer and I am Queer.

How do you switch to being gay? is it like a switch you turned on and off or what? I kept on with these questions before his loud laugh hushed me, he continued...

I've always known back in school, but I was still fighting myself from the feelings and attractions to same sex, and the only lady I was ever attracted to was you Deo, and that was the reason behind the whole dating pretense plan, with you I can be Straight, I thought along the game you will fall in love with me, but you're some stubborn being, instead you blew it all up with being you and I couldn't help myself, the only option was suicide, which I'll agree was totally immature.

Living in the US has taught me to accept myself, love myself and enjoy life, which is why I am here to make up with my best friends and spend good time with my boyfriend.

I really appreciate his honesty and openness, I accepted his apology and truly I miss him, he was a good friend and he still proof to be. Fuck it! I make a gay guy straight, do I still have that magic though?

We talked about the law on being gay in Nigeria and how hard it is for that kind of relationship here, I was able to flow very well, thanks to my research on dad and his secret boyfriend. It was fun talking about the whole thing, seems like I'm wrapped around gay people, I wished I could tell him my gay experience with Annie (that would have been a blow to him) but I decided to keep it for another day that may never come, that's something I am a Pro at doing now, keeping secrets.

I kept wondering who his boyfriend could be, maybe someone I know, I want to hangout with them so bad and see how they relate, even how they do the love making thing. Seeing heterosexual couples is so cliche, I want something new and interesting and bizarre as people may call it, hanging out with a queer couple would just be perfect, more like a toppings on my ice-cream.

Luckily for me, he asked if I would like to meet his boyfriend over the weekend, definitely! it was a big yes for me.

I was glad to see Shope, and looking forward to seeing his boyfriend too, a lot of things are changing this days.

Back in bed, doing my thing on my diary, I decided to download lady gaga 'born this way' song, I need to learn that song well, so when I meet with his boyfriend, he will know I'm totally gay friendly, or maybe I'm a lesbian in transition. Laughs!


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DEO'S DIARY EP14..HE WAS THE LAST ON MY MIND

He was the least person on my mind, considering the state my family drama is at the moment, I wasn't expecting to hear from any one close to Shope.

How he got my number, I don’t know, and truly I don't have the energy for his drama, because the last time I checked, Shope is a big trouble.

Diary must be lost now, this is a new taste of wine, and I will give you a bit-if-not-all to sip.

Shope was the reason why I am very hard on every men that cross my part, except my dad of course.

 It was all back in the university, when Deo was still young, smart and something close to naive. Shope was my best male friend and everyone in school called us twins. We were so close that they nicknamed us Deolashope  ( meaning Deola be thankful).

I placed Shope higher than anyone else in my life and I trust him so much with everything I had back then.I innocently dressed up in his presence, and he did the same in my presence, yes! he has a lovely teenager body, slim, tall, with a nice cucumber which I never care to bite. He was nineteen getting close to twenty then, and I was seventeen waiting to embrace my eighteenth year.

I don't know what deal came up between Shope and his friends, you know all this rich school boys sometimes can be weird.

 Shope asked me to pretend that we are dating for couple of weeks, sounds like some high school shit to me, more like ''love don't cost a thing'' movie, but in our case we are friends already. Many times, friends asked me if we were dating and I made it clear that we are just friends, but this sudden deception Shope asked me to start, seems interesting to me, I love having fun and this just seem good. 

 I agreed to Shope’s deal, and everything totally changed. 

We are on every notice board as the best couple, it wasn’t really easy keeping up with this new act, which is all lies;

 Wearing same clothes,

 walking hand-in-hand on campus,

 dancing together at every party we found ourselves 

 dining out together

we were spotted together all the time, and whenever I am lucky to have my privacy, and I showed up somewhere alone, the only song I heard is ''where is Shope"? "how is he"? ''why are you not together''? all this questions! all the time.

All this started wearing me out, it was fun at first though, but it got to a stage I can’t keep up with the whole shit anymore and I just want it to stop.

But for Shope it was more than a game, he was so into the all thing, and sometimes I don't even know what is true anymore, with or without people around, he is showing me so much love, which is so good to be fake or act.

 Guess what? I was asking for a breakup, and  we are not even dating, okay! we are dating but its fake. 

Shope didn't make the breakup any easy for me at all, he was begging me not to leave him, and I was like we are not together in the first place, maybe we are, as friends, but not that way. I only agreed to the whole thing because we are friends, and I wanted some attention too, which we both had.

I got tired of him crying and begging, sending me I'm sorry cards, flowers and chocolates, for what...?

calls from his friends and family, begging me not to break his heart, not to mention text messages every minute, I was suffocating.

I got totally exhausted and I just don’t want to breakup from the fake relationship, I want a break from his friendship too, it was like the whole school was begging me not to leave him and each time I tried to explain to them that it was fake, it made it worse.

Rumor started going around the school on how I took Shope's love for granted and called it fake because I have seen a rich Alhaji. To worsen the matter Shope kept playing the victim and I don't understand if that was part of the act or not, I bet I missed that part of the script.

I kept my distance from Shope for some days, ignored his calls and text messages, I felt so relieved and my life was crawling back to normal, until I got a call from my friend that Shope was found laying down in his room almost lifeless after he ingested some poison, no one could tell if he was dead or alive only that he has been rushed to the hospital. At first I thought it was a new game for him to get my attention, then I got a call from my mom too, telling me Shope's mom called her that Shope attempted suicide because of me, then I knew it was not a joke anymore.

 He was in comma for about a week, everyday was harder, I got so many insults from friends and class mates, my daily prayer was for him not to die because if he dies I will be tagged a witch. 

I was the talk of the whole school, people point at me, and call me names, even his parents involved mine and it was crazy, so bad that my friends stopped talking to me and everyone totally made me understand if he dies I am responsible for it. I don't know how I got through that semester but after the incidence, I totally hate boys, they stink, don't you think the same?

Luckily for me Shope got through it, but we heard his kidney was affected and might need a transplant. All attempt to reach him proved abortive, his mother doesn't want me near her son, even-though rumor has it that my name was the song he always sing on his sick bed.

People came to my door, telling me to donate my kidney, because i put him in that state. I care about Shope but the drama really injured our friendship and my perception about friendship. 

The last I heard about Shope was that he was moved out of the country for the kidney transplant.

 I didn’t hear from him ever since, the embarrassment in school was so much that I had to change my school and finished my studies in a private university.

I woke up with the thought of how to clean the mess dad has made when my phone rang this morning, I don’t have that contact on my phone, and it doesn't look familiar either, with the whole drama in my family this is not the best time to ignore an unknown number.

I picked up the call thinking it might be from the hospital, but it was a male voice asking if he could speak with Deo,

 yes, this is Deo and you are?

He screamed! Its me Deolashope

“Deolashope” immediately I remembered his soft voice, the only question I could ask was how did you get my number. 

He laughed and said he got it from  Annie, and he would like us to see.

I really don’t know what he wants to see me for, and I am scared. We agreed to see tomorrow afternoon and I know it's going to be a long talk between Shope and I. I need to go and see mom in the hospital and dad hasn’t return my call too.

DEO’S DIARY EPISODE 13...NO NOT AGAIN

                                        

It’s been two days now since mom had been hospitalized, she is really recovering fast and I wonder if that comes with the anger she has inside of her. Somehow I feel like I put her in that condition by telling her things she didn’t know in the first place.

I don’t know where this is leading to, but with what I saw in the hospital some days ago, I still can’t wrap my head around it, the anger my mom showed and the way she got everyone including my dad startling with her tone and threat to commit suicide.

She finally opened her eyes and gain full consciousness the night after the incident, I was making tea for her when dad entered her ward, dad looked so scared and he rushed to my mom asking her what happened, my mom that was looking cool under her white sheet before his appearance, suddenly look angry and furious, I was there staring at both of them and mom voiced out repeatedly, ‘’who is Fola?’’ Who is Fola? So you’re gay,” Adeolu Anthony you are bloody gay” for the first time I heard my mom call my dad’s full name.

Dad was looking numb and embarrassed, he can’t even move, we all know that look on his face, his lips were moving but we can’t hear any sound, mom kept shouting and some nurses rushed inside the room, “I want this man out now or I will kill myself” she was trying to force the drip out of her vein, dad was asked to go out and I felt a bit embarrassed for him, and my mom filled with tears and anger, I was there unable to  follow my dad or console my mom, it’s like watching the sky falling, it’s really not a movie, this is my family tearing apart.

Thank goodness for sedative injection that put my mom out of her misery, I wish I could get a shot too, but the nurse told me to go home and they promised to call me when she wakes, I don’t want to go home, but Annie’s place is not an option either. I remembered my mom secret house and that just seems to be the best place I could go and unwind, now I really need that house to chill and ease some pain all alone, I don’t want to see my dad’s face, and mom’s voice keep resounding in my head, “so you’re gay…

Something about non-living things, you meet them the exact way you leave them, the sitting room looking “the exact way I left it, throw pillows all over the place, I went to my mom’s room and it was just as bad. The sitting room seems to make more sense. I saw and half-filled red wine in the fridge, that’s so what I needed, I removed the cover and kissed the bottle, nothing could have feel better in my mouth now, not even Fola, or Collins dick, it seems like the whole situation beats me back to normal, the thought dad’s dick or touch is so gross to me and I wish I never wished for it.

I turned the TV on, after five minutes of changing channels from one boring program to another, and the only thing that is keeping me going which is my red wine has finished. I decided to watch one of the DVDs on the table, then I noticed a flash drive plugged to the dvd player, I’m not really interested in what’s on that flash, but I am so bored and there might be series of movies on it, so I changed the TV mode to flash and it starts reading, it has just one video file on it named wrapped”  so I decided to play, it was a bit dark, and there was  no voice, I forward it a bit, then it became clearer, what I saw was totally crazy.

I gently walked to the couch, sat down and watch the video from the beginning to the end, the fact that there is no voice totally annoys me, but watching my father fucking another woman like a porn star totally turns me on, I was practically cursing the recorder for turning off the sound, watching porn without a sound for me, is like drinking tea without sugar, (I’m not diabetic) at least put some honey on it. It took the little angel in me to realize I just watched the sickest video. 

My father and another woman, what could he have been thinking making such a video and who is this woman?

I now understand why mom was so hurt before I added  the gay part to worsen it, she had been watching the video before I came,  I can’t even processed which of it is worse, your husband having sex with another man or having sex with another woman on camera, my dad is doing the two, what kind of animal is he? Aren't we all animals.

I am so pissed now and I don’t know what to do, but who recorded this and send to my mom, how did my dad got himself into this mess, not even in this year 2015 when everything easily go viral on the internet, my family name, oh mom must have been very angry.

I couldn’t sleep all night and I wish something will just come and take me away from here, all my strategy gone and I don’t know how to start putting this puzzle together, somehow in the middle of my thought, I was hoping I can lay my hands on a video of dad having sex with Fola, what does gay sex look like, I’m sure it must be fun too, even though I don’t even know what real sex feels like, but whatever what I did with Annie is called, I totally enjoyed it, my curiosity won’t stop, so I browsed a gay porn on my phone, and diary let’s forget the drama I am going through, if I am a guy I will try having sex with a guy so that I know what being heterosexual and homosexual really feels like, I am just  a crazy girl that love to explore and feel what everyone feels, I don’t judge  cos we all have our life to live, I should be whipped for pock nosing too much into everyone’s privacy because my mom almost died over that.

I got a call from the nurse to bring some stuff for my mom and she will be discharged by the end of the week, I don’t know what tomorrow holds and I wish I could speak to a psychic now, I don’t really believe in them but I just want something to tell me everything is going to be alright, I ended up downloading Alicia Keys “No one” hoping everything is truly gonna be alright.

I don’t know how dad is doing, so I  called him like twice but no answer, I hope he is alright, maybe he is with Fola, sleeping in his arm or with his porn lady shooting another video to send my mom to quick heaven, wherever he is, I pray Lord he is not doing anything crazy.

Thank you for reading my crazy diary, remember to comment.

DEO'S DIARY EP.12 (THAT'S MY MOTHER ON THE FLOOR).

I was so worried!

I couldn’t think straight!

I kept wondering what could be going on. It was very unlike her.

Mom is never in distress; she always has things figured out. No one can take control in times of trouble but her, she is the storm calmer.

I perceived in her voice that something was wrong; like she has been crying for hours or something of sort.

Without thinking twice, despite the fact that I hate driving myself because of Lagos driving craze, I picked up my keys, got into the car dad bought me when I graduated and headed straight to mom’s secret house. I don’t know if I can even call it ‘a secret house’ since it seems everybody but dad knows about it.

Need I say I love my car? I am forever indebted to dad for getting me not just a gift but a timely one. I was like the coolest graduate. I mean how many Nigerians get a red convertible Audi TT on their twenty-first birthday? And to think it is this same dad we are all keeping secrets from err anyway back to mom!

The manner in which I met her was so devastating!  She had the summer time sadness look and (it’s not even summer), the black scarf tied to her head was not helping the situation. I asked myself why she was wearing a scarf. Why black? She never ties a scarf to cover her hair. It is usually either around her neck, waist or tied to her bag - that was one of her ways of making a fashion statement and I could bet with the way her veins popped from underneath the scarf, if it was tightened a little bit more, her skull was going to crack. Yes crack! Or perhaps even explode with her brain scattered everywhere. Ewwww! But seriously! Mom is loosing it.

So aside the very vivid veins on her head, her eyes were bulging red. It appeared she must have been crying for so long because even her make-up was totally ruined with tears. She had mascara running down her face and traces of smudged lipstick on her lower chin.

On the floor to her right was an empty bottle of vodka and it was evident that she had been drinking directly from the bottle because there was no sign of a glass. On the floor to her left was a heap of wet make-up stained facial tissues next to the empty pack. And as disturbing as this sight was, I must say she looked like a perfect mess. She could have effortlessly passed as a rich beautiful widow in a telemundo scene.

For a second or two I doubted if my dad was alive. Oh yes he was! And still is. I just couldn’t understand what had become of the classy, sassy and trendy mother I have known all my life. This is so not her. Never for once have I seen her cry. She would never use a red wine glass for an Irish wine and now what? She drinks directly from the bottle?

Her back against her pink couch, she would shake her legs stretched out in front of her vigorously at timed intervals, like she was remotely controlled. I felt totally bad for her and was overly grateful I never had anything - sexual to do with dad. That could have destroyed her you know?

My mother has always being a strong woman; never talks about her past or shit with anyone. She always seemed to have it all together. Growing up, I heard the only one time anyone ever saw her tear up a little was during my delivery and because of that she never signed up for the experience again. So where did all that fierceness go? Whatever is wrong, seeing her like that, meant it has taken a serious toll on her. Evidently long enough.

I knelt close to her, looking straight into her eyes. They didn’t blink at all. She had that cold stare that was beginning to pierce into my soul.  I manned up and didn’t blink either. I watched tears fill her eyes again and before they dropped, I wiped them with my hand and asked what the problem was.

 After several heavy sobs, she finally opened up. With muddled words she declared dad had been cheating on her and she couldn’t take it anymore. Who would have guessed that was it? I thought something more terrible had happened but then what could be more terrible than a woman finding out her husband has been cheating on her with another guy?

I honestly thought she already got all her facts straight and didn’t want her talking too much, so I told her I knew already and how I happened to know about it. Before I could tame my tongue I had already said too much. I had downloaded to her everything I had on dad and Fola purposely leaving out the drafted message. That was supposed to be my big finish but mom’s countenance went from bad to worse with her being shocked somewhere in between.

Apparently she suspected my dad was cheating on her but had no idea he was doing so with a guy. She lost it after I confirmed that to her. I was thinking she could take some comfort in knowing it wasn’t just any guy but the one guy with mesmerizing beauty. I mean dad, mum and I could share him for all I care. It’ll be our uniting secret, “crazy Deo uh?” but before I could even say anything of such to her she had already taken the drama to a whole new level.

She had her hands on her head while jumping and screaming ‘ha mogbe’ (meaning I’m in trouble), before rushing in and out of her room. I had run out of ideas on what I could do or say to calm her down. Coming out of her room, she picked my car keys from the table and dashed out crying and screaming like someone on a mission of some sort. I didn’t see this coming and I got totally confused, the only thing left to do was to join the craze parade.

I searched the house tirelessly for her keys but couldn’t find them. The only place left to search was inside the car and there it was right at the ignition, that’s the best solution I gave myself that day. I’m sure that’s what she went to look for inside before she spotted mine.

I started the engine and ran after her. Due to the time wasted while searching for her keys it was really had to tail her.

After few kilometers on the expressway, I saw a lots of people gathered around a car. It pretty much looked like an accident. Knowing fully well the state in which mum and I parted I just had to confirm it wasn’t her.

Moving closer I could see it was a red car, an Audi TT! My graduation car! My only car for that matter!!! Hurriedly, I parked by the side of the bridge and ran to confirm she didn’t do something crazy like jumping off the bridge or something else.

I wasn’t surprised but so relieved to see her lying on the floor in the pool of her own blood. One of the passerby confirmed she was still alive while I fought my way to the front of the gathered crowd to claim she was my mum. Although this was kind of her fault, she clearly overreacted, seeing her covered in blood with the mysterious black scarf still tied firm on her head, I couldn’t help the tears from rolling down my face, “that’s my mother on the floor" was the only voice in my head”.

 With the help of the emergency rescue squad, she was lifted off the ground and straight into the ambulance. One of the squad members even offered to drive me to the hospital after requesting to see a valid ID.

 We are in the hospital now, with mum in the ICU. The doctors said she’s in coma and are hoping she comes around sooner. I’m yet to call dad because I don’t even know how to break this to him. I have no but you – dairy to relate with and I know you can’t think, reason or speak but I like to think you can whisper a prayer on her behalf.

She needs it. I need it. We need it.

And to say I thought my life was dramatic, well this is just the beginning of the DRAMA!!!

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