At the camp, I over heard them discussing me, it's Kate and Tina again. If you like asked me how I knew I was the topic of their discussion. I don't care anyways, after all words doesn't stain.
According to Kate, I was rude and mannerless, I never tell a person "I'm sorry" even after hurting or offending, I don't share my belongings including food with anyone and not ready to give an answer when asked to come and share with others.
Tinar: "me I tireoo..., She is too stingie and selfish for my liking". "Why are dose marks on her legs" ?
Kate: "are you asking me"? "I think she has a better answer for you".
Tinar: "why are you rude".
Kate:" may be that rude and mannerless girl is hiding something, and covering up by avoiding people so they won't discover her secret".
Tinar: "I don't like her, I don't think anyone in this camp likes her as well" . Tinar support her and they were busy gossiping aloud. I don't care, take it as you like. That was me, beautiful but wounded.
I am Titi, some people call me Tio. I grow up in a family were Love, peace, happiness came in the opposite. My mother was given to my father because she became pregnant for him even when he denied been responsible for the pregnancy. I don't know what happened until I was birth and grow up to see my situation. My father never liked me, according to my people "ama Eka Ikpong ama nkok". Meaning when you like the mother, you like the child. In that same manner she transfers aggression on me each time they have issues. It has been going on like this on several occasions, it was as if I was in hell full of torment.
On this occasion, my Dad came back with another woman, my mom had just finished preparing a special delicasy. On coming out to the sitting room, she just meet the woman and my dad hugging and kissing in my presence.
Immediately my dad saw my mom, he shouted,
Dad: "GET IN SIDE'! My mom was still there staring at him. He left his new woman and rushed at my mom, give her black and blue. I was just there looking at them, because I was used to the situation. What marvel's me was how the woman took to her heels without looking back.
My Dad forgot he brought a visitor, until when he was done. On rushing out to look for his new love my mom beat me in a different style.
She used a knife to design my body to my legs, I will not forget so soon, how I felt, maybe that could have ended my life until a good samaritan ( my grandma) came and took me to the hospital and later took me with her to her house, I never wanted to go back to my parents again. I completed my secondary school with her and left for the University and never had a girlfriend more or less a boyfriend. My grandma wouldn't let me be, she repeatedly told me my mom's story that landed her in her troubles. I listened without a word, the same way I listened to the Man of God at the NYSC Camp. "Do you think giving my life to Christ is going to take away the trauma"? I asked him.
