“I’ll be leaving tomorrow” he said. Be nice to your mom.

I was so young yet i understood those words were like a knife drawn straight into the heart. My mom and dad have been having a particular argument for days, they wouldn’t let me and my sister hear them but we knew something wasn’t right.

We were living in ikeja, Lagos at that time when my dad got a job in Ibadan. At first he didn’t want to tell us just because he was scared we couldn’t handle it but eventually, my mom noticed he wasn’t himself so she asked what happened and he was forced to say it. The only thing i remember is the noise, the shouting from their room, my sister and I held each other’s hand cos i was so scared.

My family was like a model family, most family wanted to be like us. My mum being so pretty and my dad was the definition of tall, dark and handsome, they call my sister and I cuties, but little did these people know we had our own fragments that were covered in beautiful clothes.

The next morning, my dad came to our room to tell us he would be leaving and we could always call him whenever we wanted to talk to him, he hugged us tightly and kissed our foreheads, then he stood up and was about leaving but my hand was still stuck with his. I wanted to ask him where he was going and why he had to leave but the words didn’t come out, i lost my voice….

I kept on staring at the door for a long time trying to get answers to the questions running through my mind….

But guess what?

I got nothing!

Should he be blamed for leaving?


Should he be blamed for not communicating his reasons?


Let me know what your thoughts are in the comment section👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾



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