MY GRAND PARENTS AND I. CHAPTER TWO.

Mum looked at my facials as I was wowed by the way things were cool in the village. As we went forward, I saw the grand stand. At our village square. My God. It was beautifully coloured, the main road tarred and all presentable. It seemed less of the town I had lived in all my life. But it was not as bad.

A few minutes on, we drove into our compound. It was a large compound. Children of all ages playing around. When they saw the car, they ran towards the car shouting in joy and excitement. seems like they loved my parents. Houses were built in a circle leaving a large space at the centre from the entrance. My grand parents house, you could not help but notice how big it was. It was not a very modern house. But it was visible enough for everyone entering the compound to see.

The house of the Quarter chief. Sundry bricks with a normal zinc. It was a little elevated as we had to take a few steps on the stairs to get into the house.
I had my small bag on me. the other bag was carried by one of my younger cousins. He smiled at me as he took the bag from my shoulder. The children ran inside the house as we entered. They had never seen me. And I am not so sure they knew me.

When we sat down, granny came in. She looked very clean and soft. Like she'd been living in a Jakoozy or something.😂😂 The little children greeted her in the vernacular and she responded to them. She greeted me too in the vernacular. I responded in English. The other children looked at me in wonder but I cared less. After all. I was going to be here for about 3 months. Not a big deal. Mum was not very pleased with my responses but granny smiled. He told the boy holding my back to help me take it to the room. So he did and I followed him.

The room was big and spacious. Mud floored . It has been neatly watered and swept. Three beds had been placed inside but there was still some reasonable space.
He put my bag down amongst the other bags and ran outside. Probably to play. I carefully placed my small hand bag on the bigger one and left as well. "Nahbi I hope you have a great stay here. The summer holidays will be amazing with you around" my granny said to me. I scoffed but... not very loud. I kept on manipulating my phone. They talked and talked.

It was evening when my grandpa returned. He had gone to the palace. I think for an annual meeting concerning them. I heard as the children were shouting his name. I decided to go outside to spy. They were all over him... He struggled to get his way through to the house as he made a slang in the vernacular and they a shouted in joy. I did not know what it meant. But I must confess. I loved what I saw. The love and the communion was perfect. He looked up to me and gave a warm smile. Then he came up in the house. My mum hugged him and my dad saluted him as well. All in the vernacular. I just looked at them as if they were speaking in tongues. (I was getting everything they were saying). They continued chatting and talking about me. I cared less. I was on my phone and nothing they said mattered.

After they had finished talking. Mum and dad stood up. It was time for them to go. "Nahbi, hand over your phone" What the hell? Were they just taking my phone from me? How was I going to live? "But dad... I" he intervened before I could utter another word. "No buts. just hand it in". Then he stretched his hands, waiting patiently to receive it. I had plans of just ignoring everyone and staying glued to my phone till I return to the city.

Now they were going to make my life miserable. Damn! It was frustrating. I sadly and hesitatingly handed him the phone and turned my face downwards. Yes I was angry, yes I was sad. But what could I do? Or say?. My parents together with my grand parents left the house to the car and I followed. They entered the car and my grand parents came back inside. I stood by the door, watching them take off. It felt like they'd abandoned me in a strange land.

I felt betrayed and I felt like they were not being fair. Why was I the one to be in the village? Why? As they drove off, I angrily got into the house and went straight to the room. I sat on the bed and began to cry. It's not because I was a kid or something. I cried because I was angry. At my parents, at my grand parents, at my siblings, at myself. I dnt know. I was just filled with so much anger. I cried till I slept off...(To be continued.)

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