THE GIRL CHILD (I)

Coated in blood and slime.lil new born rattled the soft cries of birth hearkened by the hardened ears of the expectant duo (popa'n'moma). Borne on a number of palms of medics from bath till sweet slumber. "My oh My" moma whispered, kissed her temples and drifted off to sleep.

         Gentle kisses, rare smiles, prayers, embrace and merry;- all seemed heavenly as though never ending until that first pinch of piercing on the ears. Grannies and aunties mimicking her crying mouth screaming "Welcome to fashion world" while deep down thoughts that really denotes "Welcome to womanhood for this juxtaposes you from the male children who will grow into tunnel minded men to hurt you"

          In no time the morals began, learning right form wrong in all manners available.....be it the red slap on the buttocks, barking nags, elastic twist of the ears, soft spoken words  of correction which doesn't seem readily available at all time, swift blink of the eyes if not instantaneously decoded drops down brimstone and coal of beatings. Then she is reminded every daybreak of the specie of gene she possesses being the feminine gender.Super-technical scrutiny and judgement, sentence of behaviour to eternal questioning.

      Knock! Knock!!  Knock!!! Puberty and adolescence wants to badge in; trust moma's vigilante eyes and large palms adorned with slaps.First she doesn't ever wants to be called a GIRL. Tomato lumps of breast, erecting strands of pubic hair, arc of hips, alluring body metamorphosis into a graceful figure to the eyes of men. She wants to wear it short;-moma pounds her  into long, she wants to paint it scarlet;-moma insists on no colour,she likes it long and curly:-moma forces it short and crispy.

      Hell yea! And one day she just wants to leave the house,-moma grabs her by the band waist like a criminal ''Hey girl,sit your Goddamn ass here,you going no where till i say so''
     Turning to popa if story will make a better headline only till when them boys on ripped jeans and blaring headsets come lurking by the window next to popa's study till then you'ld know he has a long double barreled gun officially licensed in honour of his girl child.

       The school bus horn at 7am is a trumpet sound of victory. Sweetly looking in the check skirt and snow white pair of socks, hair yet brushed in moma's old school way, confinement of lip-gloss and nail polish in the cosmetic bag: oh sorry school bag! Juggled to life from the trance of the day's fantasy---------- gisting, gesting, and chatterboxing, sheepish smile and secrete winks to the boys them. Yanking the bus door free like jail break, Hello,Hi,Wasup,------skipping assembly to brush hair into the Beyonce's style, shimmering gloss on, freshly powdered face, Yea! Yea!! welcome to school girl.
       Moma sweating, screaming, pounding and nagging to know about the life of her girl child which she conceals beneath  her pseudo-innocent face and numb limps, it only takes a couple of notes to be slid under the table during the boring History class for Steph, Tiwa, Mariam and Juliet to decipher. Giggling while texting secret crushes; moma sure needs a degree in short hand and codes to understand any bit of the contexts thats if she got rapt of the device, slightly-less lucky if the inbox and outbox weren't wiped already.

    Sad tears of heartbreak when being cheated on with some hotter chick in school is fast gulped down and sublimed when popa endears into the room *sighs* ''Daddy physics can be quite hard'' lol that meant Femi is  evil to have left me for Tife.

     One day she wakes up and craves a nose job so bad, worse still a boob job then popa seats her by the bed tip to ask her where her mind at? At this juncture moma's nagging can barely echo half mile in her mind. She wants to drop out of school and become an actress or rather manage through the fashion school, Popa and moma adores the nurse; she loves the runway. The clash of personal decisions against the imposition of parents.

     Parties,music and booze;- moma storms into her room to hail her sleepy butts up for morning devotion only for the teddy bear she got during her past 16th birthday costumed in pyjamas and covered up under the duvet sleeping deeply yawned to moma;s face!
Popa and moma hunting the nights for their girl child! Smeared mascara red wig, black nails- a perfect picture of a torn out rock star. Moma broke down her bag of tears  ''My girl child is drunk"! Minty gum and condoms splattered from her purse, she shrugged off and packed them back.
               Moma sighs bitterly........

This is my imaginary tale about the life of a growing girl.........hope i got the picture?


                                                                                                            To be continued.........