The Preacher Son

Episode 38

After eating, i was about asking for second food because the way i rushed the food, i took it as my first round. But i was wrong, as soon as finish my own nothing was added for me again.

I forgot that it was not my house that i could fetch up to even 3rounds.

“Chai, rich people sef dey suffer” i tot
After the meal i ran and jumped on the chair to watch African Magic but i was shouted upon to leave the seat for the elders.

Then i remembered that they were yoruba and they always had respect for their elders so i got up and sat with Tolu at the dining table while her parents sat down on the parlour chairs and watch t.v.

But in my father’s house we usually sat down all together and watch t.v’ or so i tot.
We later prayed and went to bed, while i toss and turn because i had never slept in a room like my own so i felt lonely and even miss my brother who rolls on my body, atlast sleep carried me.

At six on the dot, i was woken up and i groan “Not again” in my house as far as it is holidays you can sleep till ten in the morning but here everyone must wake up by six. That was then i realised that my dad truly wish bad for me.

We cleaned the house and prayed then bath and then came together for breakfast which the father did pray again before anybody touched anything.

Before then i thought that it was only butter that was applied on bread but that day i saw wonders, there was mayonaise, jam and other concoction which i applied thinking that i was doing my stomach good.
I ate almost ten slice of bread without any body telling me anything. I agreed again that money was good.

After breakfast we cleaned up and we watch some boring channels that her dad put, i started day dreaming of playing football and scoring the winning goal for my area football team when we play against barcelona in the uefa champions league finals.

My stomach made a detoriatory noise that brought me out of my thoughts and i quickly ran to the toilet to empty my rumbling stomach.

“God punish jam and mayonise e beta i for put only butter” i swore.

I came out of my room later by two pm, after visiting the toilet for the fourth time. Expecting to see afternoon food waiting for me on the table but the table was as bare as we left it in the morning.

They were all just sitting down watching a programme like they were not feeling hungry.
Tolu saw me and followed me when she noticed i had a worried look on my face.
“Food don finish for this house” i asked her when she entered my room.

“See you did you not eat this morning” she said while laughing like as if my face looked like that of a comedian.

“So una no dey chop afternoon food for this house”

“We are all watching our weights so we dont eat all the time” she said and left me to go and continue watching her so-called intersting nigerian film.
I sat down and started missing home immediately, abi this people think am as fat as them, just see how am slim and they want to reduce my weight again.

Before i finish this waka my father put me in, am sure the people that were jealous of me that i was gonna get fat are not going to recognise me again because i would be like skeleton. For me it seems like this is what is called advanced porverty.

I layed down and painfully forced myself to sleep, in the dream i saw lots of food, without thinking of the implications of it i settled down and finish it.

I was woken up with a severe hunger, but i tot that if you eat in dream, your stomach would be filled up or so i tot.

I looked at the time and saw 5:30. I groan an
d followed tolu to eat my afternoon/night food.