SEVERAL MONTHS AGO

☞︎︎︎𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕☜︎︎︎

"Michael, wake up!" my younger sister, Amayah, screamed, tapping me on my thigh not so gently.

In fact, it wasn't gentle at all. It was painful. Damn those tiny hands.

"Oh my goodness, Amayah, what is it now?" I kept one eye open, trying to peek at her mischievous face and still not letting go of my sleep.

"Mummy said I should wake you up."

"Why?"

"Zed." I rolled my eyes. All these last borns and disrespect be like two peas in a pod. "Anyways, in case you've forgotten, today is the second Sunday of this month"

"And so what? Abeg, don't disturb me again." I hissed turning back to continue with my 'sexy' sleep which she had interrupted.

" Áa wé o! It seems like you are not interested in today's outing, you can go on with your sleep. If not that mummy sent me, you think I'll be stressing myself on top waking you?" Rachael hissed loudly and walked out of my room leaving me, my sleep and my room alone. (Okay o)

I face palmed. This girl should understand she's fourteen already. She still behaves like a ten year old.

It was then that it occurred to me that we were actually going out with mum. Mum had developed this 'second Sunday of the month outing' culture since dad died three years ago. She called it a family get together. And may I add that it was always fun.

I looked at the wall clock opposite me and I gasped. It was already a few minutes to four o'clock in the evening.

"Yeshua haMashiyach!" I exclaimed, jumping down from my bed. I literally ran to the bathroom with my ear pods still in my ears. I only noticed it when I tried removing my shirt. I groaned running back to my room to place it properly.

Damn this demonic sleep.

I was so tired after our regular Sunday clean up. We literally cleaned the whole house from top to bottom. And it took all my morning.

And you might be wondering why it isn't a Saturday clean up? Well, we are messianic Jews so we usually go to the synagogue every Shabbat (Saturday) so Sunday was our own day of clean up. I know what you're thinking. We are not white garment Sabbath people as most Nigerians call all individuals who go to church/synagogue on Saturdays. We put on any clothes as long as they are decent enough along with our tallit (prayer shawl) and kippa (a small cap) for the men. And we are not Christians though we believe in Yeshua (Jesus as Christians call him).

I quickly freshened up and applied a little cream on my body.I searched my wardrobe endlessly for what to wear. After a few minutes of searching, I hurriedly put on a black jean trouser with a vintage shirt which had some weird Chinese inscription on it and black and white sneakers to match. I opened my vanity table drawer and picked some bangles along with a gold neck chain and quickly put them on.

"Mawee, ma ya ka'a ze o." Echoed my mum's voice from the living room. I could sense the impatience her voice held. (Mawee, I'll leave without you o)

"Mummy, please I'll be down in two minutes," I replied loud enough so she could hear me. I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror. Even without overdressing, I was looking very okay and permit me to add, cute. The gold neck chain added the necessary swag I needed.

I quickly picked my phone, used some lip balm on my lips and applied some perfume before running downstairs to meet my mum and sister.

"Oya o, b'éfe oju ka nọ́. We've already wasted a lot of time because of your nonchalant attitude, Michael." Mum started with her usual rantings. I expected her to be nagging anyways just like I knew what she was going to say next. (Let's get going)

"Ni ọ́da Yahweh, you see all this rubbish you're doing?.... I'll just leave you behind next time." (I promise Yahweh)

"Ni ọ́da Yahweh, you see this rubbish you're doing, I'll leave you behind next time" I said with her at the same time as I rolled my eyes.

Very typical of mum!..... And I didn't want to die young abeg, so I had to mimic her inside my head.

Amayah just stood behind her making faces at me. I glared at her before I averted my gaze. That riffraff of a sister just wanted me to talk but I honestly didn't have the strength to deal with her own annoying version.

Mum left the living room almost immediately, heading towards her Toyota Camry which was parked under the bluish canopy-like garage and Amayah followed suit. But not after flinging a bunch of keys at me and pointing at the door.

So rude!

I glared at her as she purposefully swayed her hips in a catwalk as she left the sitting room. I sighed and quickly followed suit, making sure to lock the door behind me.

"Mum, where are we going?" I enquired as we settled down in the car. I was seated behind while Amayah sat in the passenger's seat in front with mum.

"Israel," Mum replied sarcastically, eyeballing me like I stole her money. "After wasting our time you still think you have time to be asking me questions abi? Fuwe ya kani and pray for us before I change my mind." (Shut your mouth)

I just asked a question o. Just one question and she's already after my life. Mum and her over religious self. She makes sure a prayer is said before she does any damn thing especially driving. I won't blame her though. My dad died from a car accident. I know that's one of the major reasons. But according to her, she doesn't want her enemies to celebrate over her.

"Keep far from us all evil; may our paths be free from all obstacles from when we go out until we return home."

"Amen," we chorused and I smiled to myself. I just said the shortest prayer I knew.

"Mum, you've not said where we are going to o," Amayah reminded her as we drove out of our compound.

"Calm down johh, the place we are going to doesn't matter. I just want you to have a lot of fun. Ma no ilé now." My mum replied, sweetly smiling and feeling herself as her gap teeth came into display. (Trust me now)

Seems today is going to be an eye rolling day because this whole scene just screams discrimination. Am I not her child too?

"Ah ahhh! mummy mummy!" Amayah hailed, shaking her body in a teasing manner. One could see the big smile that crept on mum's face after several futile efforts to suppress it.

"Sé ma now," Mum boasted with raised eyebrows. I could literally see the way mum's head was swelling and I chuckled as I admired her. (It's me now)

Yahweh! This woman is just beautiful.

And no! I'm not trying to crush on my mum or anything. I'm just admiring Yahweh's handiwork.

"But mum, look at how you attacked me when I asked you the same question. Am I not your child too?" I mumbled audibly.

Both mother and daughter turned to look at me at the same time, glared at me before easing a long hiss out of their mouth. Well, mum did. Amayah's was of the break and quench type. You know this thing girls do when they are forcing a hiss to be long. I couldn't help but chuckle at their drama.

Women!

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Omo, I was just smiling as I was typing this chapter. Last Borns and their wahala sha....

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