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 Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:10 pm
New DirectionYejide x KiyeltPRP
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2020 10:11 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:19 pm
On the Road Again
Stage 2 Growth Solo She felt like she had been chewing on her thoughts for quite some time, and after over five years Yejide had finally accepted that they weren’t going anywhere. She didn’t belong in Oba anymore. She had come back against her will almost six years ago; brought back by her mother to face her demons that she had left behind when she had run away to Jauhar. But she had done her penance, she had made her peace. And she was not happy at home any longer. All these years she had been working on re-establishing her relationship with her mother and father, but they would never understand her.
The sands and heat of Oba weren’t for her. She might have family here, but her soul wasn’t in it. She wanted grass between her toes, cool air on her face, and to meet someone who could understand her in a way she probably didn’t understand herself. She was tired of being alone.
She found herself pacing her room in her family’s estate and stopped in her tracks. Standing around without any action or plans wouldn’t do her any good at this point. She just needed to face the facts, get her life together and start to live. She didn’t know if her parents had plans to marry her off, or whatever it was that they might have done with an obedient daughter, but they would just have to accept that they couldn’t control her any more than they could control the weather. She grabbed her small pack and closed her bedroom door behind her. It was midday and she knew her parents were both downstairs today. She wouldn’t need much. She had a change of clothes and some money to get by. Everything else she could grab on the go.
They were in the kitchen drinking their afternoon tea and her mother looked up with pursed lips when she saw the bag slung over Yejide’s shoulders. ”Good afternoon daughter. I see you are on your way out?” she asked. Yejide could feel her mothers eyes assessing her. She was always keen on making sure Yejide wasn’t too embarrassing to send out into the commons.
”Yes. I’m leaving.” She gestured to her bag with a shrug. ”Leaving leaving.” She emphasized.
Her father looked up, his eyes showing slight surprise, but it was always harder to read him. He was never as hard as her mother was. Possibly with the disappearance of Nkole she was wanted more, but she would hope he understood eventually. Her mother on the other hand. ”You most certainly are not.” was her response.
”I’ve stuck around for six years and it’s time for me to move on.” She was trying not to be rude, but she couldn’t help thinking that her mother had been on borrowed time for six years with Yejide. It wasn’t meant to be and shouldn’t have happened that long. But Yejide felt that Nkole probably had something to do with her lengthy stay. She might have been able to leave years ago if it hadn’t been for the immense amount of feelings and challenges that a missing sibling presented. ”I’m ready to be out on my own again, and would like it if I could get your blessings. Y’know… do it the right way this time.” She hoped that they would appreciate the fact that she wasn’t trying to just run away in the night like she could have so easily done.
Her mother was pressed to object, Yejide could see it in the way her lips were ready to start moving and spit out whatever string of dialogue she could while Yejide still had the patience to hear it. The two of them usually ended their conversations like this in arguments. But before she could get a coherent word out, Yejide's father set his hands firmly on the table, standing in his place. It was something Yejide wasn’t used to seeing, and involuntarily flinched at the gesture. But her leaving wasn’t the only surprise in the house that day. Her father came around the table and without hesitation hugged his daughter tightly.
”Write to us. Don’t disappear again.” He wasn’t one for sharing feelings, but this was more than Yejide could have expected. It was such a huge display of caring from her father, something she didn’t think she had seen since she was a young girl. She nodded her head jerkily, wrapping her arms around him in return. Her mother looked just as surprised as Yejide was, but she didn’t say anything more.
”I’ll write. I won’t be a stranger. I promise.” She pulled away from her father, letting her hands linger in his for a couple seconds more, and locked eyes with her mother.
She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest, and felt like a clean slate waited for her outside of Oba. She didn’t know what it was like to live without something as heavy as feeling like a prisoner in her own home.
[Yejide has been home in Oba for some years now under the watchful eye of her mother. Now that she feels like she’s done all she can to repair her relationship with her parents, she’s ready to move on and find other things to do with her life. She confronts her mother and father and leaves Oba again, this time without being a fugitive.]
Word Count: 855
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2022 10:43 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 1:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 1:09 pm
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