FED UP [LXXX]

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                As Cynthia rushed back into the house, she met Mabel standing in the parlour with her hand folded across her chest, and a grin on her face.
  “What?” Cynthia asked her and sat down.
  “What just happened?” Mabel asked her.
  “Leave me alone.”
  “You hugged Chuka. Wonders shall never end.”
                She came close to Cynthia and saw a drop of tear on her cheek.
  “Mummy must hear this,” she said, laughing.
                Mabel went into the room to tell her mother and soon came out with her.
  “What is it na?” Cynthia asked, a bit embarrassed.
                Their mother clapped her hands as she laughed.
  “Cynthia is finally in love oo,” she said.
  “Ooohm mummy stop it,” Cynthia said, laughing.
  “He finally broke through,” Mabel said.
  “It was just a hug. It doesn’t mean anything.”
  “What about the tear in your eye?”
  “Which tear?”
  “You cannot deny it. I saw it.”
                Cynthia kept quiet and just smiled as Mabel and their mother continued teasing her. After a while, Mabel coined a song with “Cynthia is in love” and went into the kitchen to dish her food. Her mother joined in the song and went to the kitchen also.
  “Funny people,” Cynthia said, laughing.
                It was dark so Mabel put on the lantern.
  “Should I dish your food and bring?” Mabel asked Cynthia, peeping from the doorway. “Or you are still thinking about Chuka?”
  “Don’t worry,” Cynthia said. “I will take by myself when I want to eat.”
  “Love nwa nti nti.”
  “Leave me joor.”
                Mabel and her mother came out to the parlour where they sat down and ate their food.
  “This place is hot,” their mother said. “No single air.”
  “I doubt if the window is open,” Mabel said.
                She kept her food on a stool and opened the windows well.
 “Should we put on the generator?” their mother asked Mabel.
  “There is no strength to draw that generator,” Mabel replied. “And Chuka is injured.”
  “He would have just rushed to put it on for us,” Cynthia said. “I just hope he is ok.
  “It will take up to 72 hours before he feels well, but he surely will.”
  “This kind of love that will make a man fight in order to please the family of the lady he loves, I wonder o,” Cynthia said.
  “It is a huge sacrifice,” their mother said, “but it is still not yet a guarantee of genuine love.”
  “What do you mean?”
  “Men can do anything just to get a piece of you.”
  “How will someone go through this and not genuinely love you?”
  “It can mean love when you are just boyfriend/girlfriend, but if you are thinking of marriage, then you are not certain of a man’s love until he walks you down the aisle and says “I do”.”
  “It is true,” Mabel said. “These days, men even jilt ladies after the wedding card has been printed and they have spent so much.”
  “Really?” Cynthia asked.
  “Yes o. It happened to one of my course mates back then in school. The poor girl was devastated.”
  “So to get beat up is not a sign of genuine love,” their mother said.
  “That is not to say that he doesn’t genuinely love you,” Mabel added.
  “So what do I do?” Cynthia asked. “I really feel for him. He has gone through a lot just to get my attention.”
  “Just be friends.”
  “He is not a bad choice at all,” their mother said. “We know his family. He is a graduate with a bright future, just that he has been looking for a job for more than two years now. Things can still turn around for him.”
  “Mummy is already doing advert for him when I have not even accepted ordinary friendship,” Cynthia said and laughed.
They joined in the laughter.
  “I have watched him for many years and I like him,” their mother said. “Very hardworking and decent young man.”
  “Mummy!” Cynthia called. “Let me finish school first joor. I don’t need distractions.”
  “I know.”
Cynthia got up.
  “Are you going to check on him?” Mabel asked.
  “No,” Cynthia said laughing. “Won’t I eat again?”
She went to the kitchen, dished food in a plate and came back to the parlour.
  “I will check up on him when I am done eating,” she said.
  “Chat him up na,” Mabel said.
  “His phone in not chat-enabled.”
  “You will not go to his house alone o,” their mother said.
  “Why?” Cynthia asked.
  “It is late. Everywhere is dark.”
  “And he is alone in the whole house,” Mabel added.
  “Nothing will happen,” Cynthia said.
  “You never can tell. Better safe than sorry.”
 “You are sounding like he is a rapist.”
  “You are a serious beauty o and no man is a saint when an opportunity like this presents itself; alone with the girl he loves in a dark room. Five minutes of error can change the course of your entire life.”
  “Ok o.”
                When they were done eating and taking their drugs, Mabel took the plates to the kitchen and washed them. Then she went into her room while Cynthia stayed in the Parlour with her mother. After a moment of quietness, her mother put on the radio in her phone.
  “ooohm what is this one na?” Cynthia asked. “Is not as if you will put a station playing music.”
  “I want to hear news,” her mother replied.
  “Everytime, news.”
  “Since we are not watching it on TV, I need to listen to it on radio and know what is happening in the country now.”
  “Ok o. Let me go and check Chuka then.”
  “Alone?”
  “I will not waste time.”
  “Call Mabel to go with you.”
  “Am I a little girl? Is it not in the same compound I am going to?”
  “Ok oo.”
                Cynthia opened the door and left.
  “Girls of these days will not listen,” her mother said to herself after Cynthia left.
                About ten minutes later, Cynthia came back in, sweating.






(...to be continued)

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