Her mum screamed as she slumped on the sofa.
@Bee had known that there was no way her mother was going to take this lightly. She had too much drama on a normal day, and there was no way news like this would go down well with her.
She had contemplated telling her for weeks now. It was only when all other options seemed futile that she had to resort herself to the pain of telling her…and the shame that would definitely follow.
At the moment, mum was staring at the ceiling mumbling words she could not hear. She felt a great pity for her, even more than she did for herself. She wondered what her father would say.
Mum stood up suddenly, eyes bloodshot, hands balled in a fist. She walked to the center table, picked her keys, grabbed her hand and walked briskly for the door. They got into the car without a word, and mum pulled out of the house as soon as Idris, the gateman got the gate opened.
She didn’t know where they were going. She had a good idea but could not be sure.
She had always been the apple of her mum’s eyes. Her oval face, cat like eyes and slim pointed nose might have as well been taken off mum’s face and placed on hers. She had dad’s color but that didn’t stop her from being a dead ringer for her mum.
She dared to steal a glance at her mum, she was stone faced and focused on the road.
“I’ll never break your heart’ by Backstreet Boys was playing on the radio; she was sure that she had just broken mum’s heart. She almost laughed at the irony of it. There was also the risk of her mum planting the heel of her shoe in her skull so she kept her laughter to herself.
Ahh, now she knew where they were headed. They pulled into the compound and mum parked the car, opened the door and started walking towards the front door of the building. She slowly came down and trailed behind her mum… like a sheep being led to the slaughter.
Mum walked past the receptionist and straight to her uncle’s office, she gingerly followed.
When she got in, mum was talking in hush tones to Uncle Steve. She was speaking in Yoruba, purposely because she knew @Bee didn’t understand a word of it. @Bee had spent most of her twenty-two years in the UK, where she schooled and had her life based. That was before her parents finally decided it was time for her homecoming… they seemed to have the script of her life planned out. She had gotten tired of arguing with them about her own plans and had fallen into the role of the obedient and dedicated daughter… their plan had become hers!
When they were done talking, mum walked out of the room. On her way out, she stopped briefly to take another look at @Bee, as if to convince herself that she wasn’t dreaming. She kept her eyes on the ground as the door closed shut. Uncle Steve was gentle and didn’t say much all through it all.
15 minutes later, she walked out of the office and sat down beside her mum. She then experienced the quietest thirty minutes wait of her life. It seemed everyone in the waiting area had sensed that something was amiss, because they all seemed to stare…and stare…. And stare.
Uncle Steve finally called them in.
She waited another five minutes for him to finish his phone call.
“Well I can say for a certainty. You are indeed pregnant @Bee”
Before she could react, mum spun from her seat and gave her the hottest slap she’d ever received. Ok, this wasn’t just a slap; she fell out of her chair, slammed her head against the table and crumpled to the floor in pain.
“Who did this to you???” She screamed. “Who the hell did this to you???”
“Mummy, oh mummy…”
Mum bent down and faced her.
“After” SLAP “All” SLAP “I have” SLAP “Done for” SLAP “you” SLAP… “How could you??”
She was spared from further slaps as Uncle Steve finally remembered how to use his legs and quickly ran over to pull off her mum.
By this time, @Bee was in serious pain… hurt and raving mad. She hadn’t signed up for this either. She jumped to her feet, blood dripping from her nose and the places on her face where mum’s nails had dug in.
“Don’t you dare touch me!”
This seemed to infuriate mum even more and she struggled against Uncle Steve’s grip.
She eventually calmed down… a good 20 minutes after. Yes, after calling her all unimaginable names, swearing, cursing…the typical raving mad Yoruba woman.
@Bee stood quietly all through this.
Eventually, mum asked…quietly,” Who is he?”
She had dreaded this moment for weeks and she knew there was no turning back.
So she felt relieved when she called his name.
They both stopped moving and stared at her, mouths wide open.
@Bee finally summoned the courage to look at them, eyeball to eyeball
“I said it’s daddy!”