I woke up on Sunday morning and dragged my self out of bed. I was unwilling to go to Church as usual but I knew there was nothing I could do about that. My two sisters came into my room and I found out that we felt the same way. We had two friends who went to Church for the same reasons as us. We dreaded going to church because the service always lasts for five hours and we’ll just sit there listening to the preacher say the same thing over and over again. My two siblings, our two friends and I always sat at the back gisting, looking at late comers and their dresses, sleeping, etc. Our parents were unaware of these things because they always sat in front. I really was not interested in doing any of those today so I came up with a plan.
My siblings and I quickly got dressed and left the house before our parents woke up. We went to our friends’ houses and we were told by their parents that they had gone to church and they too were on their way to church. Instead of going to church, my siblings and I went to a nearby beach. Fortunately for us, I had n500 which I gave to the security man. We got in, sat by the water and gisted. We knew our parents wouldn’t know we didn’t go to church because they always arrived late and had to walk briskly to the front.
After about an hour, we saw a figure coming towards us. We were so scared. But before we could make a move, we saw that it was one of our friends; we were so relieved. She narrated to us what I refer to as an unfortunate tale.
Our parents never woke up that day. Our house was on fire and they perished in it. My siblings and I were so shocked. We couldn’t believe our ears. We went back to our house and saw the remains; our mansion burnt into ashes. No sooner had we arrived at our house than our relatives began to troup in. To our greatest surprise, none of them was sad. They just shot us these unfriendly smiles as they entered the burnt house to see if there was anything that wasn’t burnt. My siblings and I understood these perfectly well. While our parents were still alive, they told us of how our relatives envied them because they were very wealthy. Our parents gave many of them money and other things but they were still not satisfied.
Unfortunately for them, they all came out empty-handed. Then they started arguing on how the money was to be shared. My siblings and I just stood in one corner watching them.
After much argument, they scheduled a meeting for next month. As everyone began to leave one after the other, my Uncle, my Dad’s eldest brother, bundled us into his car. My siblings and I had heard a lot about this man and never imagined leaving with him for one day. But now, we had no choice. We are now on our way to the village to start our new life as farmers and maids.