CHAPTER 12 –
© OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE
“No Mum, Nwala will marry Reuben, I will speak with
her” Amara quickly declined
“You don’t want him too, birds of a feather” My
mother said pushing Amara away from her…
Amara dragged me up the stairs to my room. *
“Nwala… don’t cause me trouble… You know I have no
mother and your mother is my only hope… I don’t
want her thinking I am part of this your game”
“Amara, which game?”
“This game, this child’s play… It’s only a child that will
prefer stick sweet to real food”
“I don’t get you”
“Pretend like you don’t, but I will spell it out, Daniel
is stick sweet… he is your childhood love, your fantasy, but Reuben is the main food… he is the husband
material… he is a keeper… I observed him all the way
from the church to the hospital” Amara recounted how she had seen him rushing to
the car and how she had intercepted him…
“Nwala, did you see how he covered your mess” Amara stated
“A mess he created… my life was perfect with Daniel
before he opened his mouth to Mum”
“Well, if he created the mess, he is doing a good job at
cleaning it…” Amara said
I was silent “Nwala, take the backseat for a moment and observe
these men’s driving skills… Tell me which one is likely
to drive you to a safer destination… Daniel? Who made a public mess of you in church today or Pastor
Reuben who covered your mess of almost killing a boy
today? Tell me Nwala who do you think will be a
better driver? Who should you entrust your life and
future into his hand?” Amara asked and I went
silent…
The answer was obvious…
Let me ask you Dear Reader, Who do you think would
be a better driver just like Amara asked? My Stick
Sweet or My Main Food? My Daniel or Reuben.
To be continued…. ( Note: This CHAPTER is deliberately short for
meditating purposes. Let’s think over Amara’s Words)
To be continued…