My sleep was disturbed by a clang noise coming from the living room. I rubbed my eyes and hissed. I heard it again.

Is he drunk again or what?

I got down from my bed and reluctantly walked to the source of the noise. Sleep still in my eyes. I walked into the living room and saw my older brother with a frying pan in his hand.

"Why are you making noises? Have you gone mad already?" I asked irritably.

I walked to my mother's room. I overheard her crying.

What now?

I opened the door and saw her nose bleeding.

"I am leaving!" She said angrily.

"Mummy, good morning."

"The morning is horrible thanks."

"Where are you leaving?"

"I'm leaving this home."

I rolled my eyes. She's been saying that for years before I was even born. I asked her where my dad was. She pointed upstairs. I went upstairs and saw my dad watching a Christian channel.

Didn't he just punch my mum's nose?
I knelt to greet.
"Migwor daddy." (Migwor is an Urhobo greeting that means I'm on my knees)

"Vrendo. Omaganre?" (Get up. How are you?)

"Eh. (I'm fine.) Dad, mum said she's leaving."

"She's not just leaving, I'm divorcing her."

I wasn't moved. He had said that hundreds of times.

"Then, where will I stay?"

"With me. See, it has been settled. Your mother isn't capable of taking care of you alone. She'll take the house. Your independent brother will find a way to survive on his own. You and I will travel to Ibadan. "

"Isn't that far? Dad, I'm tired of your fighting. Aren't you a Christian? I heard that the God of Christians spanks people that fight."

"It doesn't work that way. Go and pack your stuff. Now." He said casually.

I, knowing that I couldn't drag the issue further, treaded down the stairs still sleepy. I plopped onto my bed to complete my sleep.

What's my business with their problems? They should fight abeg! Stress-free dreamland, here I come.