Furious but not fast.

Hello good people, it’s been a really long time since I last posted in this wonderful community. I got reminded of a bad situation I found myself years back and thought of sharing it with this lovely family.

Living at the outskirts of a town is not so easy for anyone considering the growth of the environment, high cost of transportation to the main town and safety.
Since we moved to this new area of the capital city of Ondo state, my parents always made sure we didn’t get to really miss the liveliness of the main city at reasonable ways possible.

During the Christmas holidays season in 2017, as usual, my parents enrolled my brother and I in a coach center in town .
My parents work in the town too and following them out every morning and night really saved cost of expensive transport fares except for weekends ( Saturdays and Sundays which are free for both my parents and us).

On the other hand, it must have been a means for my parents to closely watch and protect us(the children) everyday.

It has always been the survival of the fittest when observing daily house chores and dressing up every morning to prepare to go out to face the day’s activities.

Dressing up after doing early morning chores was always not easy because my parents especially my dad would be ready first and we the children would have to hustle our dresses on and pack our bags to meet up with my dad, most times he’d even be waiting in the car, hoking the car horn.

Anyone that doesn’t meet up quickly gets a long paragraph of words from my dad so, to avoid this, we try as much as possible to get ready faster.

Sometimes, we even complete dressing up in the car while we begin the journey.

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On this faithful day, I wasn’t so fast or rather, not interested in being fast. I guess I was not in a very good mood and as the pretty teen era that I was, I took my time with the makeup and dressing up.

I kept on checking my body in the mirror to be sure I dressed nicely and beautifully, I even cleaned my makeover and started all over since I wasn’t satisfied with the first one.

So that morning, my parents waited for me to catch up with them in the car outside, he kept honking the car horn, shouted my names many times at different intervals but this baby girl didn’t move an inch.

After some time, my mom sent my brother to check on me.
“Leave me jor”
“can’t you calm down for sometime?”

“Dad is angry already and said he might leave you here alone if you’re not careful”

“See leave me, I’ll come out when I’m ready”

He went back to the car and they left me eventually.

Everyone including my parents knew how hard it was to find a means of transportation in that area and I’m not an exception myself.

I rushed out when I heard a zoom sound from outside. I could still see them at the nearest junction, waiting probably for me.

I became furious as well and went back into the house, took things at my pace without a sense of hastiness.

By the time I was done with everything and ready to move, it was already past 8 am and classes at the coaching center starts by 8 am.

I stood outside feeling like Barbie but when reality set in for me, I began to look like a lonely cub at the middle of a desert. I looked left, right, front and back at intervals and said within me where would help possibly come from? anyways, except from the Lord.

I stood outside for a long time, I then trekked to the junction and a part of me hoped to see my family waiting for me there. I trekked further and I kept hoping to see them at the next junction but every junction turned to the next. I couldn’t possibly go back home. In fact, I dared not.

Without a cell phone and a dime in my pocket, through the cold and dust of hammarttan, I trekked to my coaching center that morning( which later became afternoon).

I branched my grandma’s place first( which was beside the coaching center) to eat and freshen up because the beautifully dressed Barbie eventually turned dirty, haggard, low maintenance Barbie.

My grandma told me that my dad had called so many time to check if I’d arrived so she had to call him back to break the news to him.

Without waiting to go home with the rest of us in the evening, my dad ordered that I return home through the same route that I got out in the morning.
He was so angry that evening and after so much pleading from my mom, he agreed that I followed them home.

However, when we got home, I was called upon to panel to explain myself.

panel in this context is the sitting room where my parents and my brother sat to listen and I stood to explain and defend myself

They found it really hard to believe that I trekked a distance where a car would cover at an average speed of 80km/hr for 25 minutes.

“ you’re a liar, how could you trek that far?”
“ who gave you a lift in the morning?”
“ why did you dress up late, what was your real intention?”
.. and many more.

I remained mute through the “investigation” and apologized. I eventually served punishments that night before I was freed to eat and go to bed.

Thank you for reading my “furious but not fast” story.