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Ghostwriter @ Self-employed
One Good Day.
<p><span style="background-color: transparent;">"You're so stupid. Useless. Animal. Bastard! You can’t be my child! Where's that your mother? Woman!"</span></p><p>You're standing in a corner of the living room, cowering in fear. It was the end of the academic session and you had come in third best in your class. It doesn't matter, though. There wasn't always a reason for... this. You just needed to exist.
</p><p>Your mother walks in as if summoned. She had just come in from working all day in her shop near the market. She had barely lay down in her room to rest when your father stormed in and demanded to see your result. No more rest for either of you today.
</p><p>"Woman! Who is the father of this thing?"
</p><p>Your mother sighed.
</p><p>"Nna, what is it again?"
</p><p>He threw the report card in her face.
</p><p>"Do you know what my mates called me when I was his age? ELECTRIC BRAIN! So tell me! How can the Electric Brain give birth to this dullard? Ọ̀ bụ̀ odum ka ga-amụ ewu? Can a lion give birth to a goat? Explain to me!"
</p><p>"Nna, he'll do better next term."
</p><p>He stepped towards her menacingly and said, "I'm not asking you about next term. I'm asking you how the blood of a dullard entered this house!"
</p><p>Her voice cracks, "Our son will do better next term. Enyinna, come and tell him nau! Apologize to your father."
</p><p>You gingerly move out of my poor hiding space and step in between them. You kneel down and beg, "Papa, I'm sorry. I'll come first next term. Please!" Your top lip quivers. Your eyes smart with tears. You hate that. You should be used to this by now.
</p><p>Under your breath, you mutter to yourself, "Please, please, please, don't hit us."
</p><p>He eyes you both, hisses and marches out of the house.
</p><p>"Like mother, like son. Weak. Foolish. Nonsense!"
</p><p>When he's well out of sight, you sigh and collapse into the sofa. Your mother's shoulders fall as she sits at the edge of an armchair.
</p><p>"Enyinna, if you don't pity yourself, at least pity me. Third position? When you know what we're facing in this house! And why did it take you so long to beg him? I don't understand you!"
</p><p>She marches into her room and slams the door, leaving you to yourself.
</p><p>Today is a good day.
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