“@Miss_Jayla: “Whether good or bad, whether redemptive or destructive, our relationships with our mothers affected us to the core of our beings.””
“Nwa m, just tell the truth and nobody will beat you. What did he do to you? Where did he touch you?”
These accusations started 3 years ago when she was 7 years old. Her mother had never explained to her what sex was but she knew. Maybe children have a sixth sense about these things. The only sex education she was given was being accused of doing ‘something’ with some male or the other. Her reply to every accusation was “I didn’t do it” but her mother never seemed to remember her answer when she accused her of the same things over and over again.
Her mother was getting angry. Whenever she got angry, she looked like a mountain lion. She looked like a demon had taken hold of her. She became totally different from her beautiful self, her facial features all scrunched up in hate and anger.
“Won’t you talk? Before m nwelu this aka odo kuwa gi isi now.” (Speak before I break your head with this pestle)
She knew the answer her mother wanted to hear. She was tempted to let her have her way but she knew it would not end there. Something else would crop up from that and then it will be another year long battle or more.
The truth is that he had never touched her but she was getting to the point where she started doubting, believing the lies her mum was selling her… Could it be possible that he came in the cool of the night when she was asleep? Maybe that was why she couldn’t remember it.
“Did he tell you not to tell anyone? Did he say he will not pay your school fees? Just tell me the truth, nothing will happen to you. O ogu a gwolu ya na village na cause ife a. Odi ume nke a akam afuro before. Ehn! Tufiakwa”
(It is the jazz/juju that they did for him in the village that is causing this. I have never seen this kind of behaviour before.)
She was just weary. At times likes these, she wondered why God allowed her to be born to this particular man and woman. She wished she were living another reality.
“Am I not talking to you? What happened?” Her mother thundered. “Tell me now!”
“Mummy, nothing happened. Daddy did not have sex with me.”