Sick (Part 1)

On a cold October night, two lovers were seen exchanging words under the shade of chief Ajayi’s mansion. The mansion was so vast that if the two lovers screamed their throats out, no one would hear them.

“Ada, you are the only woman I want to be with. Why can’t you just get it straight into your head that I love you so much?”

“But Tunde, it is very risky. If we eventually get married and start having kids, our children will never forgive us. Tunde, I love you so much but we are not just compatible, we are…”

“Shut up!” Tunde shouted angrily cutting her words short. He held her by the waist and kissed her passionately. In tears, she responded to the passionate kiss and all worries and argument were gone. She would be his woman, she would marry him and they would fight together…

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My name is Chukwudumebi Tunde Ajayi. I am a teenager filled with pain and despair. I wish I could change the hands of time, I wish I could go back home to rest peacefully on the bosom of my maker.

I’m tired, I’m tired of living, I’m tired of fighting, I’m tired of surviving. Each day, I question my existence. I hate my inability to live a normal life.

I know you would be wondering about my name. Well, my parents are not from the same tribe. I find it quite intriguing me that they are still so much in love after sixteen years of marriage.

I seem to be the only outcome of their matrimony and I pray I remain so. Seeing them kiss passionately at every corner of our mansion fuels my anger. I just hope they don’t bring forth another me into this world. If they do, I will commit suicide because I can’t stand seeing another child suffer the same fate as me.

I have it all. A comfortable life that even a king would dream of, maids and servants at my beck and call.

Is it brain? Is it riches? Is it beauty? I have it all. But while growing up, I realised no human can ever be perfect. I realised that I am very sick…

To be continued…

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