The Point Where Home Is No Longer Home.
What Went Wrong (9)
But about two weeks after her arrival, Opeyemi was no longer a guest in the house. Familiarity had already set in and she returned to being a family member.
She was now the one in charge of washing the plates in the house because her mother had reprimanded her for being a lazy bone ever since she came back from school.
It had happened on one Wednesday like that. In Opeyemi’s agenda for the things she came to do at home, sleeping was a top priority so she made sure she slept everyday until around past nine in the morning. (That is of course after the house had finished prayers by 5am in the morning.)
But on this fateful Wednesday, she slept off till around some minutes before 12 noon because she stayed up late in the midnight watching movies.
On getting downstairs from her room, her mum's face were reddened. It was as though her mother was preparing for war. Opeyemi need not a prophet to know and see that she was in for some hot trouble that day.
“Good morning Mum.” She greeted while bending her two knees in a bid to kneel down with marks still drawn on her face by her pillow like the scattered lines of the map of Nigeria.
“What is good about the morning? What? You sleep till afternoon and you know that you have responsibilities to carry out in the house, is this how you sleep your whole life in school? Everyday you wake up with swollen eye balls from the hands of over-sleeping and you still find it so comfortable to sleep at night and sometimes during the day, were you created to sleep?” Her Mom blurted out on the top of her voice. It reminded Opeyemi of Amanda and her unnecessary shouts.
Opeyemi couldn’t phantom what came over her mother that morning for her to speak like that because she couldn’t remember the last time her mother voiced out so aggressively towards her. She couldn’t explain it.
Was it because she was sleeping at max because she wanted to get enough rest before going back to school in two weeks time or because she didn’t come out on time to wash the plates that were supposed to be washed by her younger brother who no longer cared if she was elder? She was left in awe.
It was not until her mother spoke so harshly to her that she realized that she had changed in so many ways. She remembered her old self before school and she compared it with her new self now; there were very little similarities.
The Opeyemi who used to enjoy reading the Bible and other books no longer existed. Nowadays, she would rather spend her time watching movies and chatting online.
She didn't even recall anymore that she had a motto of God first, books second, and God last. Her new self was nothing to write home about compared to her old self. “Maybe that's why Mom is just ranting.” She thought abusively.
At this point, she was already tired of home. While she was in school, she anticipated to come home so badly that she was already preparing for it, weeks before the day she travelled but now after just two weeks and some days she was already tired of it. What went wrong?
Dear reader, do not forget that Opeyemi is still in a trance. All of these are thoughts of her meditation. If you could meditate this well, how would you use it? Tell me in the comments section, I want to muse with you. And you know that I know that we must meet next week Monday again don't you?