Favorkhaoya

AT THE BRINK,,,, I had been standing over the window for quite some time now .My mood was pensive and I was somewhat greatful that I turned down the family dinner.I was tired of yet another episode of showing face just to have beautiful pictures for Instagram. Exhausted of practicing our 'Wilson smile';something mother has inculcated in us since we learnt how to say her name. We had one mantra in the family that she tried religiously to make us uphold. "A Wilson is the same, inside and outside ." Although thinking back right now,I think a Wilson is a pretender inside and outside.Our parents were going through a messy divorce .But they still had to hold hands as they went out in public because they had to save face .As soon as they arrived in the house,they would sanitize as though each other's arms contained something lethal. What followed after that was a trail of insults and blamegames that still irritate my ears even after they were gone. It was cold outside....

When I was about three years old ,I used to watch my sister go to school and I would cry .There was nothing in the world I wanted more than going with her.I mean ,a place with a bunch of kids ,play ground ,toys and porridge ;does it get any better ?I kept dreaming of it like a scene from a movie that every lover waits for or a passage in a book that every reader waits for as it's the key to unknown happiness or plot twist . My parents somehow managed to curb my curiosity and love for school until I was off age . School was not exactly what I dreamt it would be like but I most definitely enjoyed being their.From the onset,I made friends and became some sort of "ring leader".I called the shots and everyone in my squad was at my beck and call.The sun rose and set at my feet and they worshipped me for that .With groundnuts and crisps and Mandazi's,it was not so hard to set foot on my throne and ensure it was stable.I never took that for granted though ,for I wasn't su...