This house is really big. My room is very big too. Mummy says if I behave myself that Mr. Kareem is going to buy me a lot of toys and chocolates when he gets back from his travels. I will wait for him till he gets back. He always keeps his promise and I can’t wait to show my toys to my friends when I get back to school after this holiday.
I wish we can stay here forever; I don’t want to go back to our house again. Mummy says heaven is finer than this place but I am yet to see heaven because it is high up in the sky. One day I will tell Mr. Kareem to take me inside a plane and we will go up and see the place. I know he knows the way because he says he has been there before with a woman named Rose but I have not seen her yet.
He called my mummy yesterday. Mummy was very excited, she was just laughing on the phone. Mummy use to laugh like a baby sometimes, she will just be laughing anyhow. Anyway, it is good to laugh; she says it makes people look younger. But I don’t laugh too much and I am still very young. Maybe when I grow up, I will be laughing very well, so that I can be small again.
Mummy is rushing to the toilet sink to vomit and spit again, something is wrong with her but she is telling me that everything is fine. She thinks I’m still a small boy. Whenever I vomit, she says I’m sick and takes me to the hospital. Why is she not doing the same? She is sick too and it is obvious.
Very soon she will come into my room and ask me if I am awake. I will pretend as if I am still sleeping, and then she will tease me and carry me to the bathroom. I will call Mr. Kareem today when mummy is not in the house and I will tell him that my mummy is not feeling fine. My mummy likes to hide things from people and I really don’t know why.
Mrs. George walked into her son’s room a few moments later, just as the little boy had predicted. She called his name and teased him, then proceeded to carry him to the bathroom.
“Mummy wait… wait, please put me down,” Bayo said.
“No, I am not putting you down, it’s late already, and you need to bathe.”
“But I’m on holiday and there’s no school today,” he challenged.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s late already,” she retorted.
“Mummy wait first, I will, I will, but we need to talk,” he sang and swung his legs.
“What is the matter?” His mum asked and put him down in front of the bathroom door. “Is it about your missing tooth again?” she asked.
Bayo folded his arms and pouted, then signaled with his little finger to his mum to get down to his height level.
Mrs. George smiled and squatted beside his son.
“What is it little man? I’m all ears, tell me,” she smiled.
“You are the one who is supposed to be telling me something,” he challenged while pointing his fingers towards her face.
“Really?” his mother asked.
“Yes” he said with his arms now akimbo.
“Ok, what do you want to know?”
“Do you have a headache?” he asked.
“No I don’t, is anything the matter Bayo?” she grinned.
“Do you have stomach pain?” he continued.
“No, nothing is wrong with me sweetheart, I am fine.”
“You are not fine… I know that you are not fine.” He countered.
“Hmmn, doctor Bayo… How do you know I am not fine?” her mother enquired and smiled.
“I saw you vomiting yesterday and today again, you rushed to the sink to vomit again,” he pointed and said.
“So, you had woken up already before I came into your room but pretended to be asleep?” she playfully challenged and tickled him. He smiled and held his mother’s hands “mummy wait, mummy stop…” he giggled and laughed.
“Do you know hell fire is real and all liars shall go to hell?” his mother enquired.
“I only pretended mum, I did not lie,” he defended. “It is you that is lying…” he challenged, “…go and pray now so you don’t go to hell,” he quietly retorted.
“But you didn’t ask if I was vomiting baby, you only asked if I had stomach pains or a headache, which I do not have,” she smiled.
“You see sometimes mothers vomit for no…” she paused then continued. “…mothers vomit sometimes when they are sick or pregnant…” she said. ”…but I am not sick” she added.
“So, are you pregnant? He asked.
“I think so,” she said.
“Is the baby a boy or a girl?”
“Bayo, Bayo…” she sighed. “I …don’t know and I’m not God.” she replied.
She opened the bathroom door and ushered him inside. “Can we bathe now sir?” she sarcastically remarked.
While she bathed her son, she smiled at the thought of him growing more inquisitive with each passing day. He was already showcasing the abrasive traits of his lawyer father and although he did not trouble her much, a part of her wished the foetus inside her ovary was female but it would delight her more to have another boy and guarantee a stake in the Karim mega fortune.
Excerpt from my novel yet to be published.