FADED (SERIES SIX)
AUTHOR/WRITER: THE FIFTEENTH
keep the change”
I alight from the Uber and walk into KFC as stated in the text to meet my mother. My nerves are strung tight and my senses are on edge the closer I draw to her. She seems calm, almost unbothered_
This woman has no feelings whatsoever.
Mother: “please sit”
I sit across her, as far away from her as I can manage.
Mother: “thank you for coming. I know you hate me so much right now and you have reason to…I’ve been a terrible mother and for that I’m sorry. I really am. I was so focused on myself all these years that I forgot to be your mother.”
I feel my jaw fall open.
She’s apologising?! Like this is really happening?!
I remain mute, unsure of how to respond.
Mother: “you don’t have to say anything.”
“No I’m just really surprised that you’d choose to do this here of all places! Right now?! Is this about Anthony?!”
Mother: “no! I’m here to fix things with my daughter okay!”
“Oh. So now you remember I’m your daughter and not your sister?!”
Mother: “of course you’ve always been my daughter! Besides I’m back with Anthony”
“Oh I see. When did this happen?”
Mother: “yesterday. He’s back in Nigeria and will be staying for a while.”
“Did he put you up to this? Cause if he did I want no part of your stupid family!”
Mother: “no! Why can’t you just believe that I really want this?! I’m not as terrible as you think!”
“Oh wow! Let’s see…nah. You are just as terrible as I think and worse. I hate you please leave me the hell alone!”
Mother: “can you keep your voice down?!”
“I will not! You’re the one who thought it was wise to do this here of all places! Hell! I don’t even know why I came!”
She exhales deeply and moves to hold my hand, that’s when I notice the tear sliding down the side of her face.
Oh. She does have feelings after all.
Mother: “I called you here because I thought you’d be a little bit relaxed than at my place. I really am so sorry for everything.”
With that she exits the fast-food and I remain seated for the next half hour or so felling confused, hurt and angry.
I decide to head to Yaba market for a good dose of window shopping. Barely five minutes in my phone beep, I pause to retrieve from my black tote bag_ it’s a text from my mother, a really lengthy one and somehow it has some sort of effect on me and I soon I’m ordering a Uber to her apartment.
Two hours, a half-empty box of tissue, several hugs and a bowl of ice cream later, all is right with the world…well at least my world.
Mother: “sweetie could you spend the night? I want to do a little shopping tomorrow and I’d very much love to catch up on what’s been going on in your life.”
I stare, partly frozen.
This is really happening!
“I’d like that very much!”