Part 4
And the mother believed that devilish self-sent messenger. I am going to deploy everything available to me to make sure I fish him or her out. Abiola’s mum never allowed a day to pass without taunting the poor girl about her failure to become the Head Girl. So each time she came to school and saw Nifemi she was filled with resentment, then she would go home to meet her mum who would jeeringly ask her, ‘how is that cheerful girl, Nifemi? I love her jare! If you like keep tightening your face!’
According to the nanny who talked with me, when Abiola got home yesterday, her mum asked the usual question about Nifemi and she simply said, ‘mum why don’t you ever tell me that you love me? Am I not a human being?’
And instead of the woman to retrace her steps she started calling the poor girl unprintable names and reminding her how she has been working like a jackal to give her the best possible, yet all she could do was to play the second fiddle.
She went to bed without eating. And as fate would have it, the nanny bought a bottle of Sniper two days ago, which she kept very close to the washing machine. Nobody knew when Abiola got up in the night and took the bottle and emptied the content into her mouth.
She ended the note she dropped for her mum with, ‘mum I love you and I have always told you so, even though I can’t really say whether you love me or not. You can transfer all your love to your cheerful Nifemi, but please do not abandon my little brother the way you abandoned me.’
As at that morning when we were there, she kept shouting, ‘Abiola, I love you! Abiola, look at me now, I said I love you! I love you Abiola…’ I suppose that by now they might have taken her mother to a doctor because it seemed she had lost her senses
Mhnnn! What a loss! I couldn’t keep this to myself, and that is why I had to call all of you to relay it. I also want to use this to remind us that we are not here just to teach them arts or sciences; we are supposed to attend to the emotional needs of these children! How come none of us even noticed that that girl was hurting?
And the mother is now confessing her love to a dead body. Let me tell you, the words I LOVE YOU are golden to every growing person. May you not utter those golden words to a ghost as Abiola's mother is doing right now!”
According to the nanny who talked with me, when Abiola got home yesterday, her mum asked the usual question about Nifemi and she simply said, ‘mum why don’t you ever tell me that you love me? Am I not a human being?’
And instead of the woman to retrace her steps she started calling the poor girl unprintable names and reminding her how she has been working like a jackal to give her the best possible, yet all she could do was to play the second fiddle.
She went to bed without eating. And as fate would have it, the nanny bought a bottle of Sniper two days ago, which she kept very close to the washing machine. Nobody knew when Abiola got up in the night and took the bottle and emptied the content into her mouth.
She ended the note she dropped for her mum with, ‘mum I love you and I have always told you so, even though I can’t really say whether you love me or not. You can transfer all your love to your cheerful Nifemi, but please do not abandon my little brother the way you abandoned me.’
As at that morning when we were there, she kept shouting, ‘Abiola, I love you! Abiola, look at me now, I said I love you! I love you Abiola…’ I suppose that by now they might have taken her mother to a doctor because it seemed she had lost her senses
Mhnnn! What a loss! I couldn’t keep this to myself, and that is why I had to call all of you to relay it. I also want to use this to remind us that we are not here just to teach them arts or sciences; we are supposed to attend to the emotional needs of these children! How come none of us even noticed that that girl was hurting?
And the mother is now confessing her love to a dead body. Let me tell you, the words I LOVE YOU are golden to every growing person. May you not utter those golden words to a ghost as Abiola's mother is doing right now!”
