THE PRODIGAL SON - Episode 12

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Abuja, Linda’s Home
“It was unbearable. The two of you had somehow agree that I am evil. You spoke to me like I was not your daughter, and sometimes as if growing a pair of breasts was a crime…mom, you called me a whore only because I was on the phone for long with someone. You did not even bother to find out who I was talking to…” she paused to wipe away tears from her eyes. He parents were still dazed by her tales of what happened in Lagos. They were beginning to see how far and hard they pushed her to have reached the point where she had to sneak into a car boot to get away from the house.

“This place became a nightmare for me. I could not even watch television and especially if any of you saw girls in skimpy clothes on the screen. Fashion television is a crime only when Candy is watching it. Frankly, I began to think if I was adopted. I still think I am…” “Don’t say that Candy! You are our daughter. I guess we made mistakes with how we treated you. Please don’t say you were adopted again, please,” her mother interjected.

“How else do you want me to explain how you treat me?” Candy snapped, tears streaming from her eyes. “I see the things you buy for Joy and she is only a year younger than I am. She even looks more sexually developed than I am. Yet, you buy those things for her. With all my alleged wildness, I won’t wear those things, I swear! They are too unholy for my young mind. I don’t see any of you checking under her legs to see if she is still a virgin. She brings her school male friends home and mom fries popcorn for them. All that happens while Candy can’t even answer a call at home and mention a male name. I am not your daughter! That is how I see it. I have been begging granny to tell me who my real parents are but she won’t budge!”

“Candy you are our daughter. You have to understand that when we found that pornographic magazine in your school bag, we feared we had lost you. We concluded you were headed for destruction. We had to do something. We became hard on you because of that. Clearly we went overboard. Please forgive us…” Candy’s father was explaining. “I have had enough of the pornographic magazine issue! Please daddy, don’t use it to cover up for the hatred the two of you have toward me. I swear by God, that till this moment I speak, if I knew anything about that magazine, may I not wake up the next morning!”

“Shut up Candy! Don’t you dare invoke a curse on yourself!” her father berated. “No! I won’t daddy!! I will invoke more curses on myself if that is what it will take to absolve me of the allegations you and mom have heaped on me over that pornographic magazine!” she yelled back at her father. She really was livid with rage and her parents could see it. Sobbing deeply, she sat on the floor and began to dig her nails into the center rug on the floor. Her mother watched her with tear-filled eyes. She sat up, went over to her and put her hands around her.

“I told you and mom all I knew about that pornographic magazine and you did not believe me. How could I have come home with a pornographic magazine in my school bag and then leave my school bag in the living room for the two of you to find the magazine? I did not know that Maureen had slipped a porn mag into my school bag. God is my witness; I did not know! Maureen has even come here to tell the two of you why she did that and how she got the magazine, and instead you claimed I told her to lie for me. God in heaven knows that, I Candy, have never owned, looked at or made use of any pornographic magazine in my life. Till this moment I stand here; I am still a virgin. I wanted to lose it with all gladness and live a wild life because of the two of you, but God had other plans.” Her words shut her parents up. There was no moral strength left in them to utter a word.

On the floor where she sat, she continued to cry.

Osun State University
They crouched behind a tree watching her walk toward their way, still as graceful as the first time they met her at Coca Cola spot. When she drew near, they gave the impression they took no interest whatsoever in her. Elegantly, she sashayed past them. Her curves were so pronounced in her clothes that it seemed as if she was sown into it. For a brief moment they stood taking in the seductive appeal of her body. “I saw her first, so it is my right to go for her first. If I fail, then Deji will try his luck and then you, Tosin,” Michael said. His friends nodded. Slowly they followed her, patiently waiting for her to reach her destination or someplace she might stop briefly.

She headed out of the campus and took a right turn to a local popular restaurant. She entered the restaurant and slouched into a plastic chair, oblivious of the three boys following her. A waitress went over to the table where she sat and asked what she might like to be served. “Rice and Banga soup. Please don’t serve it with meat, I prefer smoked fish,” she said. The waitress left to return with her order. Outside Michael and his friends crouched, waiting for the perfect time to approach her. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with her food. As she set it on the table, she asked, “Do you have a cold bottle of Sprite?” “Yes, we do,” replied the waitress. “Get me one, please.”

She bent her head, her lips moving irregularly in prayer, raising her head, she scooped a spoonful of the delicacy before her and shoveled it into her mouth. Her eyes rolled delightfully as she savored the taste of the food.

“This is the time, guys,” Michael said to his friends. He looked himself over and pulled at his shirt as if that would make him looked better than he already was, and headed into the restaurant. “Hello beautiful,” Michael said, when he reached her table. She ignored him, not even so much as raising her head to look at who stood before her. “Where is my drink?” she asked, her mouth full of food. The waitress ran over with a bottle of chilled Sprite. “Sorry, I didn’t forget. I had to check the fish my madam was frying before she stepped out,” the waitress explained as she opened the bottle of Sprite. “Thanks for bringing it anyway,” she said. She brought the bottle of Sprite to her lips and took a few gulps. Michael didn’t let her snobbish attitude bother him.

“You are refusing to talk to me for either of these three reasons; one, you don’t talk to strangers so I will start my introducing myself. My name is Michael Adedeji… perhaps it is the second reason, which is you are a shy person. So I will do the talking for both of us.” Changing his tone to sound like a girl, he continued, “So Michael what do you do for a living?” “I am a student, I just gained admission into this school,” Michael replied himself. “A fresh man for that matter, see this small boy oh!” Michael said, sounding like a girl. At that, she laughed and responded, “Please don’t make me choke on my food.”

“Finally, she talks, which means you are not shy, so that leaves me with the third reason. Which is you don’t like the shirt I’m putting on,” Michael said, encouraged by her response. At least she didn’t tell me to get lost, he thought to himself. “Please don’t kill me with laughter, funny boy,” she said aloud, laughing. “So, beautiful, I didn’t get your name.” “That’s because you never asked,” she replied, still not looking at him. “Oh! Forgive my bad manners. Let me start all over again. My name is Michael Adedeji and I am a fresh man here. “My name is Susan and I’m taken.” “Okay, but when you break up with your man, let me be the first to know.” “You are not serious,” she said, this time raising her head to look at Michael. Oh my God! He isn’t bad at all, she thought.

“To complete my registration, I will need to do my medicals and pay my fees, I don’t know anywhere in this school to do all that. So, I’ll need a guide and I’m willing to pay for your time.” “I charge per second,” Susan said, chuckling. “And how much per second?” “I’m kidding, I will help you, at least for making me laugh… but it’s going to be a long walk,” she warned. “Don’t worry, my legs are in good shape.”

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