I heard the tiny laughter in the silence of the dizzy night. He was cuddling her again like he always did. I got up from from the bed I had inherited from my bony grandpa who preferred using oil and salt to eat yam to using vegetable soup.
I really cannot lay my hand on the reason I got up from bed that night. There was no reason for me to be inquisitive. I had seen them both in the shameful act several times with my two large eyes my class teacher usually compared to those of a cat. Always wanted to punch her in the face for such statements, but my courage have always had away of creeping away like a wise tortoise from a ready trap.
I tiptoed to the door like I always did when I wanted to steal meat from the pot. This time, I was not about to steal. I was about to do something I had no reason for. I removed the old key from the keyhole and through the keyhole I beheld her naked body being fondled by the hands he used daily in changing car tyre and changing engine oil.
I spat to the ground in disgust. She was moaning and I did not need any prophet to tell me she was enjoying the insane and impure pleasure. Why they always left the light on I have not been able to fully understand. Maybe they did that to perfect their silly art.
After feeding my angry eyes with several stomach-turning gymnastics of theirs, I decided to tiptoe back to my bed and savor my red-glowing anger. The next thing that happened to me was so unexpected. I missed my steps and fell terribly like a volcano being spit out by mother Earth.
My fall was so loud that it disrupted their act of carnal pleasure. She came rushing in like a tornado, and if she had scrambled her clothes on or not, I could not see because I was writhing in pain like a street boy punched by an heavyweight boxer.
She was not concerned about my fall, but the possibility that I had seen her in the act. I prayed before I tried sleeping so I had no injuries. She helped me stand back on my feet. She had flipped the switch on, and light filled the room.
“Did you see anything?”
“Of course, I did!” I replied with anger that could melt a mountain burning deep within my soul.
“What did you see?” she asked with her eyes popping out like one of my favourite cartoon characters.
“Has he left?” I intentionally asked.
I could see guilt written all over her face, and I could see anger around her eyes. She walked away quietly from the room and slammed the noise-making door behind her. I did not care an ounce! I had expected her to ask if my mouth that runs like tap will narrate like a narrator what my eyes saw to my mother’s husband. But she didn’t.
I woke to meet an amazing breakfast on the only table in my small room. She was sitting close by, and greeted me good morning with a lovely smile on my face. She motioned me to sit and eat. She promised me I will get more of such meals everyday if she doesn’t lose her place as my step-mother.
She promised to do my laundry if I do not let my mouth spit her dirty acts to my father who believed every word I said. She promised so many things. I agreed, and pounced on the food like a lion on a prey.
Half-way through the mountainous meal, she told me she had poisoned the food. I almost coughed out my intestines, but she kept laughing like a witch. She then promised to throw my dead body into the cleanest river around before my businessman father ever thought of coming back.
I fell on the floor with my hands on my stomach. I cried at the top of my voice, and so I woke up from my dream.
Pangs of hunger raced through my stomach, and I remembered I had fell asleep hungry.