A love to stay

Chapter Two

My mum being a nurse does not joke with breakfast, whether you are hungry or not you must take something.So immediately I heard her call me name, I knew immediately what she wanted. I flew over to my window to raise my curtains, my mum nags alot and I didn't want to be a victim that morning. I flew back to my bed, making a very loud noise just at that moment she opened the door. Little light of guilt playing behind my eyeballs,as I clutched my toes. “ You can't greet me?” She said , with that African mother tone and look. I really love my culture, even though it is funny , it is just very respectful, prim and proper. You must greet and respect people older than you and that is a must. “Good morning mama,” I said defiantly. The screen of my phone was still on, then my mum started moving towards me, my heart started pounding at the back of my head. Even though I am an adult,it does not permit me to flirt openly in an African home, not to talk of a boyfriend! Funny how they expect us to marry in our early twenties,they expect us to have peaceful marriages too but they won't entertain any conversation that brings about dating. It pays to have strict parents though, and catholic parents at that.

I sneakily pressed my power button but to my greatest surprise, she just walked past me and grab one of my shoes saying “ I will waste my money to buy these and y'all won't wear them” The pounding of my heart subdued and I started to say “I will wear it”, she just shot me that look and I knew what they meant. That was what I would always say……. “Come and have breakfast and don't make me come back again” She said walking out….. “ ok mama” I replied pretending to stand up , she shut the door and I fell back on my bed. I fell back on my bed to think again, I stood up to the dresser, stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at the white trail my tears left behind, I wonder why my mum didn't notice. My phone beeped once again and then I remembered Jaden's text. Maybe it was a bad idea to get in touch with him, I mean this guy gave my mental health a hard punch. I couldn't bring myself to walk away from it though, I opened it and I felt stupid once again. He deleted the first message and wrote a mistake, very stupid boy I proceeded to brush my teeth and take my bath. I strolled sadly to take my bath, I just felt stupid over and over again.

I couldn't wait to resume college, this is the very height of it. I swore silently under my breath, “ stupid me” I muttered. I walked back to the dining area to eat breakfast, my mum gave that “ what have you been doing” look. I just ignored her, the tiniest strength I have will be channeled to building myself and preparing for school. The main reason why the whole thing sulks is I have absolutely no one to talk to. My mum is the last person to talk to about a relationship, so I'm all by myself.

My dad was returning this evening , I must also finish my parking this evening.” Whatever it is , I will not give myself completely to a guy again, I've learnt my lesson” I thought to myself” what it is that I have done wrong, maybe my mum was right after all, I don't need all of this for now.” Several thoughts running through my teenage mind, it felt so absurd, I never thought somebody could break up with me.

When my dad arrived, we’ve finished parking. I was dropped off at my school, I met my roommate, I stared at her for a little minute. She is about 5 feet and a few inches tall, and I must say she is really pretty. She has blue ocean eyes, her hair was shining black, flowing luxuriously down her shoulder. Her lips pressed tightly against each other covered richly in a shade of pink. She's just settling in and I felt a little relief seeing a rosary ring around her ring finger. I then thought to myself ‘ she might just like them’ . She was putting on a blue crop top and a black bum short.

“ What's up, I guess you are my roommate and it is just both of us” she said , her ocean eyes rhyming with the blue color of the wall room. “ yeah….. my name is Kiara” I replied and then she smiled and turned to her box to continue with her arrangement. I paused and started to say something but she interrupted “ oh I won't really stay here, I will be at my boyfriend's” “ oh that's nice' ' I don't like hanging out with people, I'm not a talker too, I cut people off often. In Fact I go through my contact list regularly to delete people's number, I strictly keep 60 contacts on my phone. I block too, as soon as possible. As long as I don't want to hear from you anymore, I block you.

“ You didn't ask for my name?” She asked again, interrupting my thoughts, I could go a whole year and not know anything about you. “Oh sorry what is your name”, " I asked , She turned again to look at me, her blue eyes piercing, searching through…….