THE PERFECT MAN Episode 12 This could not be happening to me. At least not now. I reached for the second bag I came home with and poured the contents on the bed as my heart rate increased. I dug through them and still did not see the passport. I was tempted to cry. Since I landed in Nigeria, that was all I did, cry! I slumped on my bed and thought about where I might have placed it. That was when it occurred to me that I was actually burgled and the burglar was my father. I laughed at myself. I should have expected this move. What was I thinking? That while I was out eating pizza and hosting a mini send forth for myself, that my dad would be waiting at home for me, in order to sort things out. I knew I was fucked, and it enraged me. I had to confront my parents. My parents had separate bedrooms but my mum moved into my father's after Nneka's mum had pointed out the cons of having separate bedrooms. My mum still kept most of her belongings in her room but she made it a point of duty to sleep in my dad's room. I marched straight to his room and pushed the door wide open. They were both sleeping. I started to see my parents in a different light. They were about to destroy my life and here they were, sleeping peacefully. It was said that a child that said her mother would not sleep, would also not sleep. But this time, the roles were reversed. There would be no sleeping for the wicked today. I put on the light and my father stirred a bit. He was a light sleeper, unlike my mum. A house could be burning while she was asleep and she wouldn't notice. Fortunately, I took after my father on that one. I stared at them a little bit before I tapped the feet of my dad. He stretched, opening his eyes. He looked around, to find the source of his awakening and he saw me. Hissing, he sat up. 'Ehen, Kamsi, what is it,' he asked, rubbing his eyes 'Daddy where is my passport,' I replied, clenching my jaw. 'Did you give me your passport? Go and take it where you kept it biko, I want to sleep,' he responded, preparing to lie back on the bed. He thought I was kidding. I went ballistic. 'Nobody will sleep in this house until my passport is returned.' I reached over and tapped my mother who was still asleep in the midst of this brewing storm. 'I need My passport and I need it now.' 'Kamsi, odika I na awi ala, it's like you are mad, which useless passport are you talking about,' he asked. He could feign ignorance all he wanted. The passport must sha come out. 'I'm talking about the international passport you took from my bag daddy. There's no need to pretend, I know you are with it,' I replied. 'The devil is a liar. Kamsi are you calling me a thief in my own house? You see what America has caused. My own child accusing me of stealing from her.' Tbc


He got up from the bed furious. But I had seen all this. It wasn't the first time he worked up a temper. I momentarily ignored him and faced my mum. It was then I noticed she was a tad quiet. It was unusual of her not to jump up to her husband's defence.

'Mummy pls ask your husband to give me my passport,' I said, steaming.

'He will not give you any passport kamsi,' she replied in an iced tone.

My father and I turned to face her instantly.

'Wait, what!' I exclaimed

'Nne what nonsense passport is she talking about,' my father asked, addressing my mum.

'Kamsi, after everything your father and I have done for you, the way to repay us is to elope o kwa ya,' she asked, staring at me

Things were beginning to fall in place. It was my mother that took my passport. Perhaps when I caught her lurking, she was truly eavesdropping.

'Kedu ife bu elope, what is elope,' my father asked, confused.

'I overheard her telling her friend that since we refused to accept the oyibo man, that she would run away with him tomorrow and never return,' my mum told my father.

This was the mother i knew. She held a degree in exaggeration. No one said anything about never returning. I wanted to just give them space and marry Bryan while at it. My father's face was blank. He was lost in thoughts. My mother was weeping silently. They were emotionally ganging up on me.

'Mummy, we are not running away, and I would always return home,' I told her, my voice dropping several decibels.

'Kamsi, you have a wicked soul. After eight years of barrenness, God gave you to me. For the first time, my joy was complete and now you want to take it away. Kamsi, God will not forgive you,' she was wailing now.

I looked at my father, the cause of everything. He was in a sober mood as if reflecting on something important. Looking at myself through the mirror, I could see the resemblance. His shoulder slumped when he was resigned and so did mine. My mother's tears broke something in me. I was quiet. The rage had left me. I expected a fight from both of them and now my father was acting ignorant while my mother was in tears. I thought of Bryan and how much I loved him. I waited for my father's next course of action.

'Nne, give me the passport,' he said in a cold voice.

My mother raised her pillow and brought it out. I saw my ticket to freedom, to Bryan and there was a flicker of hope. I expected my father to tear it or permanently confiscate it. I thought of my reaction if he did any of that. I held my breathe as he collected it from my mum.

'You want to elope,' he asked stretching his hand that held the passport, 'Go ahead, elope. I won't stop you,'

He threw the passport at my feet and climbed back into his bed. I picked it up, in shock.

'Put off the light on your way out' he said, dismissing me.
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 12 This could not be happening to me. At least not now. I reached for the second bag I came home with and poured the contents on the bed as my heart rate increased. I dug through them and still did not see the passport. I was tempted to cry. Since I landed in Nigeria, that was all I did, cry! I slumped on my bed and thought about where I might have placed it. That was when it occurred to me that I was actually burgled and the burglar was my father. I laughed at myself. I should have expected this move. What was I thinking? That while I was out eating pizza and hosting a mini send forth for myself, that my dad would be waiting at home for me, in order to sort things out. I knew I was fucked, and it enraged me. I had to confront my parents. My parents had separate bedrooms but my mum moved into my father's after Nneka's mum had pointed out the cons of having separate bedrooms. My mum still kept most of her belongings in her room but she made it a point of duty to sleep in my dad's room. I marched straight to his room and pushed the door wide open. They were both sleeping. I started to see my parents in a different light. They were about to destroy my life and here they were, sleeping peacefully. It was said that a child that said her mother would not sleep, would also not sleep. But this time, the roles were reversed. There would be no sleeping for the wicked today. I put on the light and my father stirred a bit. He was a light sleeper, unlike my mum. A house could be burning while she was asleep and she wouldn't notice. Fortunately, I took after my father on that one. I stared at them a little bit before I tapped the feet of my dad. He stretched, opening his eyes. He looked around, to find the source of his awakening and he saw me. Hissing, he sat up. 'Ehen, Kamsi, what is it,' he asked, rubbing his eyes 'Daddy where is my passport,' I replied, clenching my jaw. 'Did you give me your passport? Go and take it where you kept it biko, I want to sleep,' he responded, preparing to lie back on the bed. He thought I was kidding. I went ballistic. 'Nobody will sleep in this house until my passport is returned.' I reached over and tapped my mother who was still asleep in the midst of this brewing storm. 'I need My passport and I need it now.' 'Kamsi, odika I na awi ala, it's like you are mad, which useless passport are you talking about,' he asked. He could feign ignorance all he wanted. The passport must sha come out. 'I'm talking about the international passport you took from my bag daddy. There's no need to pretend, I know you are with it,' I replied. 'The devil is a liar. Kamsi are you calling me a thief in my own house? You see what America has caused. My own child accusing me of stealing from her.' Tbc THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 12

This could not be happening to me. At least not now. I reached for the second bag I came home with and poured the contents on the bed as my heart rate increased. I dug through them and still did not see the passport. I was tempted to cry. Since I landed in Nigeria, that was all I did, cry! I slumped on my bed and thought about where I might have placed it. That was when it occurred to me that I was actually burgled and the burglar was my father. I laughed at myself. I should have expected this move. What was I thinking? That while I was out eating pizza and hosting a mini send forth for myself, that my dad would be waiting at home for me, in order to sort things out. I knew I was fucked, and it enraged me. I had to confront my parents.

My parents had separate bedrooms but my mum moved into my father's after Nneka's mum had pointed out the cons of having separate bedrooms. My mum still kept most of her belongings in her room but she made it a point of duty to sleep in my dad's room. I marched straight to his room and pushed the door wide open. They were both sleeping. I started to see my parents in a different light. They were about to destroy my life and here they were, sleeping peacefully. It was said that a child that said her mother would not sleep, would also not sleep. But this time, the roles were reversed. There would be no sleeping for the wicked today. I put on the light and my father stirred a bit. He was a light sleeper, unlike my mum. A house could be burning while she was asleep and she wouldn't notice. Fortunately, I took after my father on that one. I stared at them a little bit before I tapped the feet of my dad. He stretched, opening his eyes. He looked around, to find the source of his awakening and he saw me. Hissing, he sat up.

'Ehen, Kamsi, what is it,' he asked, rubbing his eyes

'Daddy where is my passport,' I replied, clenching my jaw.

'Did you give me your passport? Go and take it where you kept it biko, I want to sleep,' he responded, preparing to lie back on the bed.

He thought I was kidding. I went ballistic. 

'Nobody will sleep in this house until my passport is returned.' 

I reached over and tapped my mother who was still asleep in the midst of this brewing storm.

'I need My passport and I need it now.'

'Kamsi, odika I na awi ala, it's like you are mad, which useless passport are you talking about,' he asked.

He could feign ignorance all he wanted. The passport must sha come out.

'I'm talking about the international passport you took from my bag daddy. There's no need to pretend, I know you are with it,' I replied.

'The devil is a liar. Kamsi are you calling me a thief in my own house? You see what America has caused. My own child accusing me of stealing from her.' 
Tbc Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 15, 2017 Rating: 5

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