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[Story] Late Blooms – A Knotty Story (Episode 8)
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Late Blooms

There were days when Femi felt like the world was out to get her. Today was one of those days. First, her aunt had been angry with her for not helping her pack in the clothes she dried outside the night before but Femi had been in a hurry to get to school and decided to pack it in when she got back. Unfortunately, the rain had fallen heavily and her aunt’s beautiful Asooke had gotten wet.

She had barely gotten off the phone from her Aunty’s tirade when the mother of one of her students, Eri had come to shout at her for feeding her son something that made him purge all day the previous day. All attempts to make the woman understand that she wasn’t the one who made the school lunches fell on deaf ears and by the time Mrs Ingalam intervened, Femi was in tears.
After school ended, she had made her way to Dr Arowolo’s house, only for the rain to start falling and she had to stand in a stall with some other people. On getting to his house, she had received serious tongue lashing from him for coming late and ended up unable to teach Amanda properly, sniffling through the poor girl’s lessons.

When she finished there at 6, she decided to stop at David’s house and be cheered up so she could be better prepared to face her aunt but David has insisted she cook even though she told him she was really tired. He ended up giving her a rundown on all her failings as a woman and eventually she had left in a worse mood than when she arrived.

She had barely left his house when the rain started again and by the time she got home, she was wet, tired and hungry. Her aunt was waiting for her when she got home but one look at Femi, her tears, wet clothes and wet hair had the older woman rushing to hug her.

Aunt: “Oko mi what happened, why didn’t you stay out of the rain?”

Femi: “I….i…..went…….i…….to…..” she stammered as her teeth started chattering.

Aunt: “Ha! Eyaa. Oya, go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, let me boil hot water for your bath. Pele, oko mi.” She said as she pushed Femi towards her bedroom and quickly went to boil water for her to have her bath.
Adelaide was upset at the rain, why wouldn’t it stop, now it had ruined her good aso oke and wet her poor child. Of course, she knew it probably wasn’t the rain that brought Femi home in tears, she was worried something else had happened but she wanted the poor child to stop crying, if not she wouldn’t get anything out of her.

Femi was very soft and very emotional, the smallest thing could have a bawling her eyes out and she had tried as much as possible to shield Femi from too much pain. She remembered when Femi had first come to them, seemingly broken, she had looked out her window at the thin girl who was too small for her age and with eyes that seemed like they had seen too much and she had rushed out to grab her.

Since that day, she had never regretted opening her arms to Femi. In more ways than one, Femi was more like her than the daughter she had borne. Femi was quiet, demure, loving and loyal. Where she loved, she loved and she had a very large heart.

Unlike Tiwa, who walked tall and dared anyone to try to demean her. Tiwa, her brilliant daughter, the one who never gave second chances, the one who could look anyone in the eye and made a very strong enemy.

She sighed as she remembered that her fondest wish and prayers about her daughters had gone unanswered. She had wanted desperately for both girls to be best friends and encouraged it by taking them out together and buying similar clothes for them. It hadn’t worked. More often than not, Tiwa would refuse to go and when she bought similar clothes for them, depending on how Tiwa felt about the cloth, one would disappear.
If Tiwa liked the cloth, Femi’s would get lost and if Tiwa didn’t like them, hers would go missing. At first, she wondered at the losses until she finally realized the pattern and stopped buying similar clothes for them.

For Femi, she knew living with them hadn’t always been easy or welcome. The evening she got to their house, then a small 3 bedroom flat around Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja, she had been scared, lonely and hopeful. In her kind and authoritative way, Adelaide had led her inside and introduced her to their children. Their first son Damola who was 15 at the time, their 12 year old daughter, Tiwalola and the baby, 9 year old Kunle.

When Tiwa was told she would be sharing a room with her newly acquired cousin, she had grumbled. As the only daughter, she had gotten used to having a room to herself which she only had to share with the occasional visitors, now she was to share her room with a cousin she declared was ugly.

Adelaide had been angry and warned her to never address her cousin that way again. Only then had Tiwa led Femi to her bedroom and even that hadn’t been without drama for she had heard Tiwa telling Femi not to touch her things. In a bid to avoid any trouble, she had gotten a matrass for Femi with every intention of making a bed for her later……….

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