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Chioma Norah Ejiofor

C H I O M A

".......you are not my mother"

Who does she think she is?

Calling a whole me? Chioma, a nonentity?

And the most annoying part of all this was that she didn't just stop there, but also added useless, miserable and worst, a lowlife? To the tons of insult.

Today, I had indeed suffered beyond what I could ever imagine, in my whole sixteen years on this planet earth.

Irrespective of her snubbing Lara and I after we vibrantly approached her this morning, I still went out to look for her around school when she was suddenly no where to be found after the bell for recess was rang.

You could imagine my disappointment, when the thought of her going back to that place crawled it's way into my mind.

As I wanted any little thing to even for the briefest moment, diminish the cloud of doubt which hovered around my thoughts on her going there.

But my doubts turned into anger, after I received some messages from an unknown number on my way to the natatorium in search for her, as maybe she might actually be taking a cool dive in the waters with Coach's permission of course, since it was recess break and not time for any sport activities.

090****
Looking for your friend?

When I saw the first message pop up on my screen, I was so close to ignoring it but thought otherwise and instead clicked on it, thereby entering the 'Messages' app on my phone.

This was an app I rarely visited as I believed it was too old fashioned, I mean, who still makes use of such app, when Whatsapp was in vogue.

My thumbs hesitantly danced around my keyboard multiple times, still contemplating on whether to reply to this certain message which had an inkling of me finding Idia or to ignore it, as it may just be one of those random pranksters at school.

I still typed on in deep curiosity to satisfy my questions, and most of all, my uneasiness.

Me
Who are you?

I had to at least be aware on the identity of whoever sent this message, but it was really foolish of me to actually think he/she would reveal that information I needed because, the next reply I received not only caused my abrupt pause in movement, but also made my whole being stiff, to even think properly.

090****
You don't need to know who I am, But just know she is back to that place!

"Back to that place!"

Were the only written words on that message that I found myself, rereading each and every letter until I could accept what it truly meant.

I really wanted to give her and my suspicions the benefit of doubt, really wanted to think on the good side of her disappearance that just maybe, she was somewhere within or outside the school premises, blowing off some steam by partying, shopping or just relaxing her nerves, on whatever it was that seemed to be of a bother to her.

But no, I thought wrong.

She wasn't doing any one of those things but rather, had her selfish and foolish self back to that horrifying place which I could never ever forget.

WHY?

That question and a million unvoiced ones swam in my head, as my legs became overwhelmed with the emotions twirling around my whole, because the instant it sped up out of my own accord, the only thing I could feel and hear at that moment was the rapid swooshing of the wind, with me speedily moving across different hallways just to quickly get there.

During my brief run, I felt at peace, like I was actually on the track field and at that moment, it was just me, my legs and definitely the anger I felt, against the world.

I could no longer keep my anger in check.

I fought myself every single day, by biting and holding back my tongue from saying my true intentions of feeding her on a piece of my mind, but today, was definitely the last straw as I have had enough of her nonsense.

I became more riled up, when she wasn't even apologetic on what she had done but instead, gave me a shocker when she started with her horrible words.

I wasn't really expecting much from her, a self-centered bitch could never really change, but what hurt me the most was how she didn't flinch while saying those words directly infront of me.

It was like I actually never meant a thing to her, and those words said by her, must've come from the deepest part of wherever she'd chose to lock them up all these years.

It was all Fake

Everything was all fake, maybe we were never really friends to begin with.

I was just a puppet beneath her feet, but not anymore!

Today marked the end of it all, I didn't need her to apologize because I knew too well that Idia would never swallow her pride to dare say 'sorry' to me, she wouldn't. Neither would I, after the humiliation she put me through before half of the student population today.

The game really had just began, because her secrets were firmly lying on my palm, as it'd just take another annoying word or action from her, for me to reveal it all.

Call me a backstabber or a betrayer for wanting to seek her downfall by revealing her secrets, but I really didn't care, Idia had done and said worst to not only me but others also, so it would actually be a fair game if she gets a piece of all she'd done.

But, Lara and Midas were the only obstacles I had at the moment.

Those two were the ones binding our so called 'friendship' this whole time, and I was one hundred percent sure they wouldn't just sit and watch everything crumble down without even trying, they were that persistent.

Midas was beyond worst, this peacemaking and reconciliation stuff seemed to be his charm, and what I couldn't decipher was how he effortlessly did all that.

Speaking of Midas, he was totally absent during the whole episode that went down at the court, where was he?

"Chi chi! Chi chi!"

An all too familiar voice kept on yelling 'that', which apparently was what she always called me.

I must've completely zoned out and forgot I was on my way home in this air conditioned car, with my little rat of a sister, Chidera, seated beside me on the backseat of our car, which currently appeared to be still, meaning we'd arrived at home.

"What were you thinking of ehhhhhh?" She dramatically demanded in that tiny rat-ish voice of hers, with folded arms and doe eyes bulging out for emphasis.

"So it's boy eh eh? Who is it? Is it Senior Jeffery? Asher? Damicute? Midas? Dafe? Or wait oooooo JARED!" She practically screeched out the last name as a slight frown slowly marred her features, at the possibility of the boy she thought I was thinking of, being Jared.

I couldn't suppress my eye roll after her overly dramatic reaction and questions.

Well I present to you, Chidera Nadine Ejiofor, the most renowned drama queen of exaggeration, trouble making, snitching, talking too much, poke nosing and most of all, being the most annoying nine year old sister I never asked for, well, she's actually ten but who cares.

"Don't tell me it's senior Jared you were thinking of," She said, as she flung her right hand to her chest, which was an indication that she was heartbroken.

Did I forget to also add that Dera here, has had a stupid crush on Jared since she was like seven or so, and it became more worst when she resumed Junior Secondary School one last term at GHS.

I was never in support of her changing school to attend GHS, but you see, this girl was literally a Daddy's girl who'd pestered and cajoled Dad into changing her school.

I just knew her motive was far from "learning and being close to my dear sister", as those were her words coated in lies which she delivered that day, with her signature puppy eyes and baby voice.

"How could you do this to me?" She sounded hurt at the moment as her eyes were becoming glassy, but trust me when I say those pending tears were fake!

I rolled my eyes for the second time, as I made an attempt to unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the damn car, but I wasn't shocked, when her hands held mine as though to stop me.

I closed my eyes.

"Oya before I open my eyes, remove your dirty hand from me, fast!" I threatened as she quickly withdrew, afterwards, surprised me this time when she nudged me with a teasing smile on her face.

What was this girl up to this time?

I wondered.

Finally unbuckling the seatbelt and grabbing my backpack by the strap, I turned to face her but not before glancing past the rearview mirror to see the other presence of our driver, whose face I couldn't recognize because he looked new and most of all, young.

"Ah ah Chi chi, someone cannot play with you again." She said, exposing her set of white teeth in a grin.

Someone really needed to tell this annoying dearie, that her ugly baboon smile doesn't in anyway move me.

"No! You can't, and how many times have I warned you against calling me 'Chi Chi'? The name's Chioma, if you can't pronounce it get lost!" I retorted, almost stepping out of the car, when my eyes once again, flew to the rearview mirror.

And unsurprisingly, Mr young driver guy had been busy staring. It was then I could fully see his facial features, he was brown skinned, with a sharp jawline, trimmed hair cut, pointed nose and overall was his honey brown eyes.

I wouldn't deny, his face was worth my long lasting assessment, but I wasn't in the mood to admire this fine specimen, but one thing for sure was that he could definitely pass off as a hot high schooler, even though he looked older by just a few years.

Okay, enough of admiring this douchebag because his intense stare, seemed to prickle my irritation as I reciprocated it with a glare and my next words.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

He didn't respond.

"Take your freaking eyes to the goddamn steering wheel, and mind your business!" I hissed, getting down from the car and stomping away from the parking lot and towards the house.

"Chi Chi! Chi Chi! oooooo"

I heard her but chose not to turn around since my name clearly wasn't 'Chi Chi'.

"Chi chi......."

There was one daring trait my sister had, a trait I sometimes wonder where she got it from or was it from our mother? That I didn't know but one thing for sure was that, Chidera hardly got affected by my words.

Instead of my words to aggravate her insides in anger, they somehow became a magnetic force luring her closer and each bitter word I said, never seemed to move or push her away like I really intended.

I remembered nights when my arguments with Dad, would distress me as my only comfort was my pillow and the darkness of my room, but I'd still hear the continuous faint knocks on my room door as I knew that behind that door, was a sleepy Chidera still trying her best to be there for me when I really didn't need her.

She was stubborn and ever so nosy.

"Chioma nah! Stop right there or else......"

In spite of her rat-ish voice hollering behind me, I still advanced into the house, as my visual and whole body, instantly adopted to the change in environment with it's familiar well furnished setting and extravagant interior decoration.

This was just a random place of abode to me.

A place where I always received constant reminders of being just a burden and nothing else.

A place I'd grown to love during my early years had suddenly become one I so much hated to core, just because of a certain woman.

This certain woman I spoke of, was currently at the other side of the main sitting room, giggling and singing along to another all too familiar nursery rhyme which my ears had also grown to hate because, the lyrics sang by those doll babies displaying on the screen, was another constant reminder that she'd forever be in this house taking the place of another.

I rolled my eyes at how happy she was singing along to the television with her one year old son, Duke Ejiofor, who also apparently was lawfully my brother.

It was disgusting, the sight of her alone dampened my already sour mood from the whole school drama.

Why was she so happy?

She wasn't supposed to be happy when she was the very cause of all that I'd been going through for the past few years in this house.

Here was no longer home_

"Mummy!" An energetic voice which belonged to that rat of a sister, shrieked with a disgusting excitement the moment she stepped into the house, running across the room to give her supposed mother, a tight embrace.

Chidera was so annoying all the time.

Urghh!

I angrily stomped my foot on the floor and was about making my way to the stairs, when I just had to hear her annoying voice which undeniably was a bit angelic, if she wasn't a she-devil in disguise.

"Good afternoon ooo madam Chioma, since I'm too small for you to notice, abi?"

I rolled my eyes again! This time, fearing for the safety of these sight enabling balls, because they could actually fall off with the level at which I was constantly rolling them every now and then.

"And hey! don't even think of starting that your dirty behavior this afternoon, because I'm seriously not in the mood."

"I was actually leaving quietly, before your noisy self interrupted me, so may I leave now?"

"You clearly saw me but chose to walk past me like breeze and now you're calling me, your mother, noisy?"

It was really stupid of me to think this woman would just get the hint already, that I'm honestly also not in the mood to exchange words with her but no, she was never tired of talking.

"I thought we already made this clear Victoria," I didn't miss the shock which gradually became seated on her expression, immediately after I called her by her name. "......or do you want me to once again spell out those words to you?"

"Chioma!" It was Chidera's turn to yell out in shock at what I'd just done, or rather, said.

"Did you just call me by my name?"

"Oh no, I didn't at all, maybe there's another Victoria in this vicinity or you're clearly toooooo......."

I deliberately tailed off, placing a hand under my chin as though thinking on the exact word that'd fill in next, when I knew very well what I was about to say.

"...........deaf and dumb! To not know that you're the Victoria I was talking to_"

Ouch! Was the only word my inner self could utter after she violently interrupted my words, with a resounding hard slap against my cheek.

I used my tongue to feel the slapped side of my face, as my eyes danced in victory at the fury I saw in her at that moment, I loved it.

Baby Duke must've also been affected by this dirty side of his mother which he never saw, as he started with his usual annoying high pitched cry making it look as if he was beaten or about to die.

Chidera who'd been silent all these while, quietly picked up her dear brother and left with him to God knows where but sure, anywhere from witnessing his Mother's other side.

I scoffed.

"Your slap no longer has any effect on me, Victoria." I said that, wanting to spite her further, wanting to see more on what she could do and how far she could go by just unleashing her real self.

"Chioma...."

I wasn't surprised at the efforts she put into holding back those torrents of fire I saw in her eyes, Victoria was always so good at pretending and keeping up with her so called good face, but only I, could really see who she truly was.

".......my flight from Canada to Nigeria was really hectic, I came home early just to see my kids since it's been a while, but here you are, showcasing your dirty attitude when have always loved and cared for you like a true mother would."

Like a true mother would?

What exactly was this bitch saying because never for once, had I felt a thing of love or care from her.

"You don't love or care about me, all you care about is my Father's money and your sole aim of breaking this home, my real mother built!"

"Your real mother? Why must you always make it sound like I'm the bad person in all this, I never came here for your Father's money or to break this home as you say, I'm here to_"

"To what exactly? My life was much more better when you'd not arrived. After she left to the cold hands of death, my father was with me every step of the way but now, you made him to despise his very own daughter, which he so much cherished, why?" I asked, already becoming sick at the pity expression on her caked face.

"No I didn't do that, and I can assure you that your father loves you more than you can ever imagine."

"I don't need you filthy assurance Victoria, I just want to make this loud and clear once again, YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER AND WILL NEVER BE ONE TO ME!"

"So I advice you to stop forcing your way into my life when we both know you're hopelessly pretending, JUST STOP!"

The tone of finality my voice gave on those words, was so relieving, even though yelling at her wasn't a new thing to me.

But what caused my brows to briefly crease up was how Victoria hadn't responded.

I was expecting her to reciprocate my angry energy since the beginning of our clash but surprisingly now, she looked calm as ever, just staring at me in the eyes as though digesting all I'd just said or maybe, there was more to the way she looked at me, I didn't understand until..........

"Chioma."

That calm and dominating voice, belonged to only one person I knew and that was the man I called father.

It was my facial expression's turn to swiftly morph into shock, anger and lastly, as I turned to behold his presence which unknowingly to me, had been standing on the staircase, I felt the tiniest bit of fear rise up within me as father came down, one step at a time.

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