Inner 9ja gal. #projectnigeria

peace

OFURES POV:

I boarded the bus, there was only one seat left and I filled it. In no time the bus was on transit.

I dialled my sisters number countless time but she just wouldn't pick. After sending a series of messages, I did the only thing I could do when faced with difficulties, I prayed. I prayed that my God would forgive me, prayed that my sister would forgive me, prayed that my heart would let go of ifeanyi, prayed for the hands of time to turn back, prayed, I prayed.

After praying, I tried to force myself to sleep but it didn't happen, my mind was riddled with thoughts.

What will happen to my grades?.
What will happen to my heart?.
What will happen to my relationship with my sister?.
What will happen to ifeanyi?.

So many questions, I was a mess. These kinds of things never used to be a problem for me in the past, because I didn't attach emotions to many things. My school work didn't suffer, my mental health was good. Now, now I can't even do anything without thinking of him, everything reminded me of him, everything screamed at me to go back to him. And inner 9ja girl?, forget that backstabbing bitch, she's left me for good. I just had to make it to peace, when I got there everything would be fine, I'd be fine.

By some miracle, I was able to fall asleep. But even in my dreams, he still haunted me.......

"Sister wake up, so that you would tell driver your bus stop o!, we have entered IMO state". I rubbed my eyes sleepily, as it struggled to get adjusted to the light.

" thank you very much. Driver, na ogbaku I dey stop o!". The drive yelled no wahala back.

In thirty minutes time, I was in ogbaku, I stopped at the junction and came down. It had been over a year I came here, but it was still familiar. I walked into the street, to the house I knew all too well. It was my grandmother's, my mothers mother. After my mother passed away she was the only other mother I ever knew.

nne as I fondly called her was a fair old woman in her late seventies. Tall and exquisite, she was like fine wine for she aged with such grace.

A little girl was playing in the balcony and as soon as she saw me, she ran to me.

"Aunty ofure, welcome". She said as she hugged me excitedly. I grabbed hold of her and already, I was starting to feel a sense of calm.

" baby, how are you".

"Aunty I'm fine, welcome". Then she ran off to the backyard screaming " mama, mama Aunty ofure is here.

I smiled and went into the parlour. My grandmother came into the parlour, it has been a while I set my eyes on her, the last time I came to visit was at the beginning of the year, I spent new year there. She looked older than I remembered, the wrinkles around her eyes had deepened and when she walked you could see her limping.

I stood up to hug her, I could see the joy in her eyes, she was truly happy to see me.

"Nwam welcome o!, peace take your Aunty's bag to the room". The little girl hurriedly carried my bag to the room.

" you look tired, go and baff. Ofe owerri is on the fire, before you Finnish it will be ready.

"Okay nne, thank you".

I went to my room to find peace sitting there playing with the phone that she had snatched from my hand when collecting my bags.

" Aunty I like this game". She said referring to the candy crush game she was playing.