My Stepfather Killed My Mother Because Of Me-Part One

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I was born into a family of seven children including me. Unlucky for me, nature made me the leader of these children. I was the firstborn and the only female among my other siblings. According to my mother, my biological father traveled to Nigeria to seek green pastures, but never to return. Though I saw my father at a very tender age and his facial memories remains part of me. 

Wednesday was the actual day I came into this world through my mother. My mother was only 17 years when she was impregnated by my father. Life was not easy but yet my father tried all his best to look after us. Gradually, the next born came followed by the third and that in sequential order till the sixth arrived. I was also 16 years when my mother conceived our last born.

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It all began one evening when an old friend of my father returned from Nigeria. In our dialect, we normally refer to Nigeria as Alata. I was very young then but was able to observe many things. This friend of my father visited us and after a little introduction my father went out with him. My mother was not happy about my father roaming about with that friend of his without even telling his wife who that man was. My dad returned late in the night. Since I was the eldest child, I had to stay awake with my mother to wait for my father.

He was drunk when he returned. He then asked me to go to bed because he wants to discuss something with my mother. My mother insisted that I am supposed to hear anything since I was the eldest child. My father also insisted that I go to bed. Finally, I stood and walk towards my other five siblings bedroom since we all shared one room. Within a couple of minutes, I dozed off. I wake up the following day and to our amazement, our father was not there. 

Since he was the breadwinner, I approached my mother to ask about the whereabouts of my father. She made me promise not to tell my other siblings about the revelation of my father whereabout she is about to disclose to me for reasons unknown. I agreed and made a promise as she demanded.

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My mother told me that, my father traveled in the dawn with that his old friend to Nigeria because there is a good job there for him. He was going to seek money and come back within a stipulated period. “he is doing this for us”. Those words of my mother made me sad. So why didn’t he say goodbye to us? When is dad returning? Why couldn’t he wait to see his last unborn baby who was almost six months in my mother’s womb? These were the kind of questions that evolved in my mind at that time. But I finally managed to console myself when my mother said he will return soon. 

Minutes turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years; but my father had not yet returned as my mother told me. Then one day, a stranger came to our place of residence and delivered a parcel to us. He claimed it was my father who sent him to bring it. Out of excitement, we forgot to ask the stranger the actual place in Nigeria where my father was dwelling. My mother realized to ask but the stranger was gone.

To be continued…CHECK OUT PART TWO HERE

 

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Source: Newsbankgh.com

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