I have
always wanted to be a part of those people who made others feel at ease with
life and make them laugh naturally. It’s not like I have to always pretend to
be who I’m not, but, it comes naturally that self contentment, coupled with the
joy of the others around me makes my day worth the stress. I’m the second child
in a family of five; four girls and a boy, with a beautiful mum and the
gentlest of fathers. My family is quite the receptive and agreeable kind. But
for my elder sister whom my distant cousin says should study law instead of
pharmacy for her consistency at strong arguments and my little sister who
scares my cousin with her shrill but beautiful voice and her rare gift of
writing which is very endearing, my family is quite the ordinary one. Daddy
works in the staff quarters or preferably, staff building of the University of
Nigeria, Nsukka, Enugu state as an administrator. I still feel that the job
suits him perfectly well. Although daddy owns an old model Mercedes Benz, the
pride in me each time I sit in the back seat or the front seat (as the case may
be) is quite unequaled and unparalleled. My elder sister and I both study at
the school, so, most times, we go to school with daddy. You might not
understand my pride till you actually trek the long distance from your house
off campus to school and back every day.
My family is really simple, no
extravagances or extra comfort. We live by our means.
My
mum is a former entrepreneur. She actually had to stop her business because at
a point, one very confused motorcyclist chose my mum to learn how to hit people
and after that day, mother’s walking step changed after a whole series of
treatments and bandaging and, she finally had to close down her business. I
felt like punching the motorcyclist every single day that I watched my mother
in pain, but, as I grew, I began to understand that God has a way of doing
things and if it was His will, then, I had to stop searching the roads for the
motorcyclist that plunged my beloved mother into the pain that she was going
through on a daily basis.
My
siblings are quite distinct personalities. My elder sister, Chioma, whom we call Daa Chioma and is the first child
in the family, is quite strict. She takes up her duty as the elder
sister without blinking an eye. Sometimes, in her arguments, she refuses to let
others speak which I feel is rude, but, I guess it has always been that way.
She has an unchallenged authority in the house too. First born dey sweet oo! My
immediate younger sister, Onyinyechi is the very silent one who only gives
lopsided comments and laughs like there was no tomorrow. She is very brainy and
sings beautifully. She also has the skill of the pens and her writing makes me
wonder where I fall into in the category of bookers. I have another sister who
you will meet before the end of the story anyways. Yes, my little brother, the
famous Chiboy. Talks, walks, plays and even laughs like a girl. It’s not his
fault anyways...he is surrounded by the ladies. He is quite a naughty boy, but,
he is such a darling. I still wonder when he will understand that he is eleven
years old and I still don’t get the joy he derives from kicking a deflated and
weak balloon instead of a football!
Time to
talk about me! ... (Next episode)
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