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The Storm before Calmness

 Chapter 1






"Why are you here? Kilofe?What do you want?."
All these questions were asked by Mummy Tijesufe, a 40 year old woman with two children and a drunk husband. Kemi stood there, watching the two of them, staring at her elder brother that she hasn't seen for years being questioned by her short and plump mother as if she was a detective and her brother a thief that had just been caught. He looked taller than she last saw him, beards over his face, with sweat making a drawing on his clothes, one that looked like Africa's map. She remembered it well, Aunty Ify, her Geography teacher with smiles from ear to ear, describing the map to them.
She could hear her father's snore from the room. They lived in a room and parlour apartment that was the size of Joan's room. Joan was her best friend and classmate. They had money, loads and loads of it. TJ shouted back.

"You asked me to leave didn't you?"
"Yes I did." She replied, nodding in agreement. "So why are you here?."
TJ sighed. There was defeat on his face. He didn't want to argue with his mother, but she was a tough woman. She isn't to blame because raising two kids all by her self isn't a piece of cake.
"My company is opening one of it's branch here."
"So?" My mother asked, using her hand to support her question.
"So they sent me here, this is my root, they needed someone to take a survey."
Mummy TJ didn't reply but looked at him without taking her eyes off him. He took it as a clue to go on.
"I'm not staying for a long time ma, so don't worry."
"That's good o, cause I wouldn't want that either. This house is too small for the four of us."
"Oh please, I sent you money didn't I? I told.."
She didn't allow him to finish his sentence before she stumped her feet, something she does when she's irritated.
"Wo bi Tijesufe, I do not need your money. Se o n gbo mi?. Thank you."
She said before leaving.

He turned to his little sister, smiling at her. Kemi wondered how he changes his expressions like how their father changes their black and white television in anger.
"My baby sister!!Come here dear."
He tried carrying her but pretended he couldn't. Tijesufe, a tall male, more than 6ft tall with a muscular body that reminds one of the famous Rock, the huge American movie star. She smiled at him.




"Why is it that you and mum fight all the time?"
"Its normal dear, When you get to my age, you'd understand."
I scoffed
"You said the same thing three years ago, and I am 20 years now and I still don't understand."
He smiled again, this time showing his dimples and white set of teeth.
"Come on let's go out."
Seeing that he wants to change the topic, she decided to let him be, but one thing she was sure of was that she would ask him one day and won't leave till she got a perfect response.

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