Waking up was one thing and getting up from bed was another. I laid in bed staring at the minute hand of the clock, it was Saturday Morning and I took it upon myself to lazy in bed. When I heard the familiar bell, I knew it was time to get up for the Morning devotion that was routine in my house, catching a yawn I made my way to the sitting room to join the rest of my family in prayers unto God.
My Elder Sister Erica had wrapped herself in a blanket with a huge frown on her face, She wasn’t one to enjoy anything Christian and I smiled to myself at the thought, My eldest brother David was no different as he tried in vain to keep his eyes open while muttering an occasional “Amen” to the prayers being said and my younger sister Janet was fast asleep as my father prayed for Nigeria. I finally shut my eyes and said grace as the prayers came to an end.
I belonged to a Christian Family and we usually started the day with a Morning devotion involving all Family members…even though some of my Siblings had a huge problem with it…
“Oh god thank God that’s over” Erica exclaimed standing up with a stretch, My mother gave her a look She ignored as She made her way back to her room to put on Rihanna music as was her routine. Every other member of the family went about their business, my mother to the kitchen with me following.
We live in Benin City, Edo state Nigeria…Rever end Paul Badmus is my Father..he is a part-time pastor at the redeemed church as well as a lawyer, Mrs Bridget Badmus My Mother is a nurse working at the University Teaching hospital, My eldest brother David, 25 years old just finished from law school and was home before he got a job, My Sister Erica, 23 years old was in her final year in the university studying Accounting,
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I turned 21 a month ago and was in my third year in the University studying Medicine, my kid sister Janet, just 8 years old, was in primary three at the University Staff School…don’t ask me about the discrepancies in age..guess my parents forgot to use protection…
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked my mother
“Bread and tea..fry the eggs” She replied..I went about doing as I was told. We were pretty average in riches, I wouldn’t say we were poor neither were we rich but we were comfortable. We lived in a three bedroom rented apartment in which I shared a room with my elder Sister. We had been on holidays and school was to resume next week, I couldn’t wait.
I sat on my bed reading a book.”The Confident Woman” by Joyce Meyer, now she was one of my mentors and I had read most of her books.. My sister Erica did her pedicure on her own bed. Our room was a typical girls room, pink in colour and with all the things a normal room should have but I was the bookworm because most of the books on our large bookshelf belonged to me..I hoped to have my own library when I had my own house..my sister interrupted my thoughts when she suddenly asked
“Ain’t you confident?”I looked up and it took me a moment to realise my sister was speaking to me “Why you reading about how to be confident?” She continued
“Well cos..cos. Its a good book ..you should read it”
” you just like reading”
“Its one of my hobbies yes..”
“yeah.yeah..you just extremely boring that’s all” I glared at her as she stood up to Inspect her toenails..it wasn’t the first time she’d called me that..boring..I kept my book aside as I replied her
“Just because I don’t lead your lifestyle doesn’t make me boring”
“Hm..fiesty..let me see do you listen to hiphop?”
“No..I don’t like it”
“Do you go out for parties”
“Yea..it has to be Godly”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” She asked..I was taken aback for a moment surprised she d ask that..I didn’t think I should..not till I was ready to get married that is..
“Well do you?” I asked back..she went to the dressing table instead
“How then are you fun..your boring girl..and don’t throw questions back at me” she said putting on her makeup..deciding the conversation was over I decided to return to my book..my sister and I had a weird relationship, we both were polar opposites both in looks and character, she was dark complexioned tall and lean like my Dad while I was average in size and height and fair complexioned like my mother.
It wasn’t the first time we had gone over this plus the fact she had invited me to countless parties with her and I hadn’t gone to any..I wasn’t a saint but I knew what happened at those parties especially knowing the kind of friends she kept. My dad had tried in vain to curb the wilding in her to no avail, I too had tried talking to her about how Jesus was the only way but it was like pouring water in a basket, I would say every family had a black sheep and I prayed one day she would see the light.