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I always play the “bad girl” but I am not as bad as one may think. I am just a hardworking girl and I’m always too careful in all my schemes. Ever since Dee left, I have never ceased thinking about her, and I always do check on her more often. She tells me her life is good, and she is really happy with her man. When I try to talk to Kenny too, all I see is the true love he has for Dee. That has been him, always. When he decides to love, he loves for real. Lucky is the woman who is in love with my brother! Lucky is Dee.
It’s been a fortnight now, ever since Diana and Kenny started their marriage. A marriage, I alone know about. Kenny told me not to tell our parents yet, until Dee gave birth, which I’m okay with. I love Dee, and I love my brother just the same. However, last evening, I got myself in deep soup. I was summoned to the Dean’s office, on matters regarding the disappearance of Diana.
“Lecturers have reported her absence for two weeks now. Is she dodging lectures, or she is just still sick?” the Dean asked.
“I’m sorry sir, but I have no idea.”
“Lindsay, tell us the truth. Each and everyone knows you two, were best friends.”
“Yes we were…nice tense sir but for two weeks now, we are not. I mean, Dee and I got into a misunderstanding and we decided this friendship would take us nowhere.”
“Are you telling the truth? Do you fear Allah?”
“I do, sir.”
“Okay. Thank you.” I left but thirty minutes later, I was called over again. The presence of Dee’s mother did not surprise me. She stood arms akimbo. I could tell, from her facial expression that she was furious.
“Sorry if you had any lectures, but Diana’s mother would love to have a word with you.”
“It’s good sir.” I said. My heart thumbed too hard and a crazy rumbling ran through my entire nerves, as I sat before her, the tough lady that I had always heard about. I recalled seeing her in high school when she visited Diana. It was only once when Diana introduced her to me. She appeared very friendly then, but not now. My whole heart was filled with tenterhooks and thoughts on whatever she was to ask me, and what would be my immediate answer raced through my mind.
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“It’s you!” she exclaimed. “I knew you were the Lindsay the dean talked about. How did both of you end up in the same university?”
“I can’t tell ma’am.”
“Where is my daughter?”
“I have no idea ma’am.”
“Lindsay!”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Where is my daughter?”
“I have no idea ma’am…” she was silent. Then, something like a tear rolled out of her left eye and she quickly dried it off with her white handkerchief.
“Lindsay, please tell me what happened to my daughter. I trust Diana…she is my daughter. She can’t just escape from school without any reason. Has she ever told you I was a bad mom to her?”
I wanted to tell her all that I knew about her, but upon thinking twice, I decided to turn it around.
“Never, ma’am. Diana was proud to have you as her mother.”
“So why would she just wake up and leave, not even thinking about me. not even thinking about where we came from? She was my only hope, my happiness, my everything. Where is my daughter for real?” this time around, I saw tears well up in her eyes and drop by drop, they fell down.
“I’m sorry for crying in front you. I just can’t handle this…it’s too much. If I was a bad mom, she would have told me. I would have listened. She would have pardoned me. I love my daughter. And you, you will never know how I feel, until you give birth to your own daughter…yes, your first fruit…a daughter, that’s when you will realize that whatever I did for Diana was the right thing. I know you know a lot…though you don’t feel okay sharing with me but it’s well dear one…it’s well…I’m going to look for my daughter…when I find her, I’ll take her to the university she wants…I just want to see her future really bright.”
I wish I could record all that this lady was saying, but I didn’t manage to. Now, I felt guilty more than ever and hey, did she talk about my first kid being a girl? No…no..no…I wanted a boy…not a girl., but that could be probably ten years from this moment. She stood without any other word, and made to leave…and this is when I made up my mind.
“Ma’am?” I called. She turned, her eyes were red. She was sad.
“I will give you her number. You can contact her and she will tell you where she is.”
“She has a phone?”
“Yes ma’am. She got one.”
“Okay.”
I gave her the contact, and before I left, something came to my mind. I needed her blessing
“Ma’am?”
Uhhh?”
“I don’t want to have my first fruit as a girl. I need a boy ma’am. Can you please take it back?” she didn’t say anything until I made up my mind to leave. I decided not to text Dee, until she texted me herself, whether to blame me for giving out her number to her mom, or to appreciate.
Still waiting up to now. For the first time, I was worried about checking on my bestie, not even my brother…
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