By Omolara Jegede

The Oladeles had been married for five years with no child. They had gone through every medical treatment, herbal means, physical means yet all proved abortive.

They got exhausted of trying until a faithful day God himself blessed the couple with a baby.

“Dear, guess what?” Mrs Oladele queried her husband during their dinner.

“Hmmmn, you know am not so good at guess games” He replied.

“See this” she stretched forth her hands towards him to see the result of the test from their family doctor.

“What is this again? you and surprises” he smiled as he unwrapped the result.

“Wow! This is enormous it calls for celebration babe” Mr. Oladele lifted his wife up like a brand new baby he was so elated.

“Awnnn, Let’s thank God for remembering us this season”she responded.

During her pregnancy period (antenatal) her husband pampered, coddle her till her delivery day.

Theirs is what you could call a lovey dovey something smiles! butterflies in my belly right now.

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Nine months later,

I am Kayode Oladele (bring goodness along) that’s the name my parents gave to me but did I really bring goodness to my parents.

On the day of my welcoming ceremony to the world I was shown so much love by everyone, family, friends and well wishers came to celebrate my parents on my arrival.

Weeks later my father got promoted at his work place indeed the name Kayode was working for me and my family we became financially transformed until I got to age five.

My parents discovered I had autism after my fifth birthday.

My mother became worried sick about my health ordeal.

“Dear,There’s something I would like to discuss with you about Kayode” my mum

“Alright! I am all ears” my dad responded

“I feel bad whenever I see our neighbour’s children playing with Kayode and he isn’t responding normally as every other child I am so bothered, I see the hatred and weird looks on the faces of the other children the more reason why I stopped him from playing outside”she said looking downcast

“Woman, I think I once told you that boy isn’t my son you better take him to his father” he hissed as he stared complaisantly at his newspaper.

“Haaaa, So you mean I brought to your house a bastard!” She exclaimed in tears.

“Yes, this is even more than a bastard last I checked my family’s gene no autistic child is in my family we are all healthy. Maybe in your family lineage you have imebecile and physically challenged children there” Mr. Oladele said with discontentment.

Kayode sat aimlessly he could detect a problem but his condition was too worse to do anything, his arms were tiny, tantrums travelled from his mouth to his shoulders.

His mother picked him up to his room as she took him inside all that came to her mind was this(someday he will Kayode that is he will bring goodness to her heart) but how?

Days increased to weeks, weeks to month and months to year.

Kayode was seven he couldn’t speak well,walk well or think straight. All the doctors they visited said he was an autistic child and it was only God’s intervention that would make him whole.

One particular Sunday evening Mr.Oladele had invited his friends over to the house for dinner his wife was preparing the dinner she was too busy that she forgot Kayode was still in the sitting room. His father came in with his friends only to see Kayode with saliva flowing from his mouth this disgusted them.

They all managed to eat the dinner casting weird and pitiful glances on the Oladele’s at the state of their only child.

After the dinner,

Mr.Oladele saw his friends off to their cars
“Thanks for the dinner”Leke one of his friends said

“Don’t mention please” Mr.Oladele responded coldly

“Always take that your imbecile child inside that’s if you still want us to come to your house for dinner” Goke one of his bone straight friend said.

“I almost throw tantrums as I remembered the boy while eating that dinner, I think that boy isn’t your child” Ray added.

“That’s alright, thanks I have been hurt already don’t add to my wound” Mr. Oladele responded.

He returned back to his house with shades of anger

“Welcome dear” my mum

“What is welcoming in this house, you better go and kill that your God forsaken child he is a trans generational embarrassment” He vented ill words.

My mother began to lose weight and balance my health issue became a burden to her, She became sick as a result of this.

My father stopped coming home he left the big cozy apartment for myself and mother we later heard that he got married to another woman.

Everyday our neighbours made mockery of my mother.

“That one is a witch with a demon possessed child at her back” Iya Risi the pepper seller adjacent our house gossiped to her friends

“I heard her husband left her and the boy, what a poor man” Iya bisi replied.

“Who knows if the boy was their propitiation to wealth if you remember it was after the birth of the boy that they bought those cars and the man even got promoted at work, I am just connecting the dotted lines together anyways” Iya Orebe added.

“Na their problem be that, all that matters is how to sell all my pepper” Iya Risi concluded.

My mother was behind the pole she heard every of their gossip it was another backlash, She didn’t rest or display her discontentment before me.

I, Kayode knew that behind the smiles of my mother there were so many wounds and hurts. Often time I tried calling my mother it only sounded like I was a sheep doing the ‘baa baa ‘ sound.



Months later,

After my father’s departure from the house my mother was bedridden for two months. We had an august visitor

Something happened when the visitor came to our house.

Guess???

TO BE CONTINUED

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