OBINNA’S NYSC TRAVAILS
Almost immediately, his mother who was sleeping in the adjoining room ran into his room barefooted. She stepped on a piece of the broken glass and blood started splattering out. She sat on the bed crying ‘Chim egbu mu o!’ My God has killed me.
Obinna got a tissue paper from the toilet in his room, rushed in with it and started dabbing his mother’s bleeding feet.
“Bia, kedu ife bu nsogbo gi? What’s your problem?” She asked with a frowned face.
“Mama, please I’m sorry. Biko gbaghara m.”
“That’s not the issue here. The last time I checked, you came home drunk and the smell of cigarette on your t-shirt was awful. Obinna, when did you start drinking and smoking?”
“Mama, let me keep pressure on the wound so that the bleeding will stop,” he ignore her question.
“This is the third time you’re coming home drunk. Tell me, what the problem is.”
“There’s no problem at all. I just hung out with some of my old friends.”
“So hanging out with your friends means you should get drunk? Do you want to die before your time?”
“Mama, no one is dying. Let me get methylated spirit and a cotton wool so that I can dress your wound.”
“It has stopped bleeding,” the woman held her son by the hand and tried to make him sit on the bed beside her. “Sit down, there’s something I want us to talk about”.
“Let me treat your wound first,” he offered.
“It’s just a minor cut,” she examined it closely. “I’m sure I’m ok now.”
Obinna had barely sat down when his mother said, “My son, you have to tell me what the problem is so that you and I can figure out a way to solve it.”
“Mama, I already told you that everything is fine!” Obinna blurted out.
The woman allowed some time to pass before she started again, “In case you’ve forgotten, I wasn’t born today. And, you should know that I know you so well to know when you’re lying to me. Look at your eyes, they’re swollen”.
“Nne, honestly you should leave me alone,” he looked away.
“Why would I leave you alone when last night was the third time you’re coming home drunk? Tell me, what is it? Is it Sylvia? Did she make you angry in any way?”
“Leave her out of this; she has nothing to do with my drinking.”
“Well, since she is not the cause your trouble, I think I should let you know that she was here this afternoon complaining bitterly. She said you wouldn’t pick her calls for five days now.”
TO BE CONTINUED