Sometimes we would all wake up without food to eat and at some other times the neighbors would buy us breakfast leaving us to fend for ourselves for the rest of the day.
But when mother find a petty job, well we would fetch water leaves somewhere around the house and we would cook it and eat it with garri.
This was the kind of life we lived .
Then I remember a day mother went out as usual to do her petty jobs then my elder brother came to me and said 'let me take you on swing , of course I didn't know how to do it but I gave in, we got to where the swing was and so he put me on the swing and pushed me forward ,but instead of swinging back I fell forward and hit my jaw on a stone.
It was just as if we were living from hand to mouth in Ibadan. Ranging from malnutrition and the ill treatment from people around. I remembered vividly a bad afternoon I was walking through the passage and unknowingly stepped on a broken stool and the nail penetrated through my leg.
Mostly we boil beans and once it's done we mix garri with it right on the stove so it will fill us or satisfy our hunger.
Until one day we couldn't bear the hunger anymore so we decided to move to ondo where we stayed with an Igbo man, obviously mother friend
Life in ondo
We got to ondo in the middle of the night although it was a village so we entered Undisturbed . We arrived at a home of which was owned by an Igbo man so they welcomed us well and we were well attended to. They offered us dog meat you know but we refused even though I wanted to taste it so badly because I was hungry.
Our life in ondo wasn't a very long one and by then as little as I was I was already been harassed.
Well later on we started noticing the younger brother of the Igbo man we were staying with was sleeping with mother even though we are staying in the same room. Sometimes we would watch him make love to mother we couldn't say anything because we were really young and all we could do then was just watch and keep quiet. Life went on and we were living our lives there then there was a day I and my elder brother went to the farm to get somethings and as we were on our way back I mistakenly stepped on a trap, that was how I got a dislocation on my right ankle well I still have it now.
One fateful morning we were in church then suddenly we received a news that gramma has been looking for mother and her children and she wanted us back at her place immediately and so that was how we got to my gramma village... a very remote area called (agbogun) I really don't think it exist anymore.
Life in Agboogun.
Believe me when I say life was worst in Agboogun .
On the night we got there, gramma welcomed us with Amala and Orunla (dried grounded okro) and Tinko (dried meat)
We were given a warm welcome by gramma and mother's so to believed third son....after that night we never really enjoyed anything in the house anymore.
Now gramma who was popularly known as Iya Alakara was a popular Akara seller who was known far and near the neighborhood. After about a week of getting to her place , she started making me hawk Akara alongside her grandson.. but one funny thing about Iya Alakara is that she loved her grandson than any of us including her daughter (mother) to the extent that whenever we want to hawk , she would have prepared her grandson own and by so doing he would have sold to people in the neighborhood of which I was supposed to sell to before leaving for the next village and so I would have little or no customers to sell to.... on the day that I finish selling my Akara , I and mother and mother's bastard last child would enjoy free meal from gramma and other good things and she would be so happy with us... but on a day I didn't sell all my Akara, she would starve us for weeks and wouldn't interact with us even if I later go out in the afternoon after school to sell the remaining she wouldn't still care so far I didn't make all the sale in the morning.
Then I started growing breast and mother's bastard was noticing me without much ado we started having sex ... when everyone was outside we would lock ourselves indoor and do all kinds of naughty things, well as a little girl I never knew what it meant but we were doing it almost everyday and we were enjoying it.. at some other times when we go to the farm we would end up doing nothing than sleeping with each other (I hope God forgives us)
I was also harassed and raped by some big guys in the neighborhood when no one is around even though I was just a child... I tell u life as a child wasn't easy especially when it comes to farming, we would work on the farm for a long time and only for us to start going home and they put a heavy load on my head that sometimes I cry so much cause my neck hurts.
So that's how we continue our life at the village until we started noticing mother's stomach getting big day by day until we were told that she is pregnant well of course you should have know by now who owns that child. Our Igbo landlord brother in ondo. ...
Fast forward after nine months she was delivered of a beautiful bouncing baby boy and we named him Oluwasegun meaning "God has won the battle" but did God really win our battles back then?
Mother kept to her petty job as a palm oil maker and with that she was able to send us to a public school in the locality and pay other bills meanwhile all those times she had one big swollen on her face that keeps getting swollen everyday...Incase I didn't mention it none of gramma children is successful because they all have one problem or the other and so not one of them was successful and even the one that was doing well at his work one day we heard he was burnt from head to his toes and that was how he lost everything and so with that I tagged her a witch ...all that until one day my elder brother came to the village to pick me down to (Gbogan)! To fathers house where I was only privileged to spend little time with my aged father.
Fathers little story
I called this fathers little story because it's the little I know and can recall about him..... now father ( May his soul continue to Rest In Peace) married two wives right from time and he was a devoted Muslim who died while praying... the first wife had 5 children of which one is late while the second one had 5 children and one bastard making six children altogether.... father was a wealthy man during his days so one day the elder children of the first wife decided to marry another younger woman for father because he was old and he needed someone who would take good care of him and that was how mother's story came into existence. Now mother has three legitimate children for father and three bastards of which one was late , luckily for me I was among the legitimate ones.
All of a sudden things started turning upside down and father was losing everything he has and so mother as a young woman was panicked and she still needed to be *fucked* sometimes then she started complaining about fathers misfortune and how the family were not taking care of her so that she needed to leave father to look for someone better but of cus people pleaded with her not to go and yeah she eventually left with us of course and that was the origin of this story.... I couldn't recollect where we started the journey from but I remember it all started in Ibadan.
I left Gbogan with the second son of fathers first wife for Lagos.....until sometimes after that we lost father.
