My family is always fighting
I have been documenting my past life to get it out of my system and it was all dirt and contamination that needed to come out. When I finished writing about some of the saddest parts of life, I was so exhausted, and even developed a headache and a fever. My temperature was a bit high too. I thought I was getting ill. I actually wanted to vomit and thought this would make me feel better. So I ate plenty of bananas so that I could vomit. No, it did not happen. I had to take a hot bath and take a painkiller. The headache got worse in the night and I was sweating. I took another pill at about 2 AM and by morning I was fine. You know to be honest, I felt very light. I don’t know if you know what I mean. I felt even stronger. I was able to even study and concentrate more in class the next day.
Unfortunately my weekend was not so good. I went home to the farm to see my mom. I found that my dad had gotten violent. He told both my sisters to leave the house. Then he cut the supply of power to the other part of the house and cut the water supply as well. As though that was not enough, he removed the taps and put blocks so that no water flows into the house. He locked the toilet, our bedroom, and my brother’s bedroom. He got all the pots, plates and put them in the pantry and locked it. Mom was left alone in the house like a prisoner. She did not eat for two days. No water, no electricity alone in one of the rooms that she has been occupying. Dad opened the door for my sister and me. He then said go use the other door because it’s locked. Dad looked so old, and wrinkled, darker and heavy bags under his eyes. He looked ill. I said, “Dad, you don’t look well.” He snapped back and said he was am fine. I went the other entrance and mom opened the door. She is even thinner and looked so frightened. Anyway to cut the story short, I broke down the pantry door. Sent my young sister to buy food. Then we went to talk to dad. Apparently my bro had just come in to visit with his girlfriend. He stayed for a few minutes and left. I asked dad for the keys to our bedroom because I wanted to get some documents. He refused to give me and told me to get lost. He acted like a mad man, I could not believe it. Then I told him that what he was doing to mom was wrong. I said you couldn’t treat another human like that even if they did something bad to you. I said with the hatred in your heart you may end up doing worse things. He got angry with me and told me to get out and he said I never want to see you again. And then he said WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? My sister answered and said she is your daughter. He told her to shut up. It was messy I tell you. He then walked in the house and locked himself in. I later left and my young sis decided to stay on for mom’s sake.
I went back yesterday and found that he had gone to report my sis to the police station that she had insulted him. He told them to lock her up. So they called me. I went there. You know corruption; injustice is very common. My dad must have paid them. I tell you I don’t understand him. So after I explained everything. The officer apologized and we went back home. When I got back home the only words that kept ringing in my head was “who the hell do you think you are?’ I cried the whole night to sleep. Well I have never stood up to my dad. So I did. And was he angry with me. He could not believe it. He tried to threaten me, he really intimidated me but I stood up. I was telling him the truth. I think I am making progress. At least he knows what I think. I tell you it is unheard-of to tell my dad the truth. He thinks he is always right. What I hate the most about dad is that he loves to carry the Bible, does not miss Sunday service at his church and to quote scripture but he never practices it. He is even worse than those who don’t go to church.
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