“I can’t believe this!” Cheta banged the dining table. “I even called you, wasted my precious battery life on your stupidity. And you are here, pouring dust and telling me absolute rubbish”.
I told both of them what happened to my supposed job and Adora just said: “how sad”. It was Cheta who became angry and shouted. When we were younger, it was Cheta who would hit me, and Adora would pretend I was non-existent. No, my sisters didn’t play dress up with me. I will just say they had outgrown that stage when my mother gave them permission to paint me. As we ate, she continued fuming.
“Mommy, it was meant for Kamsi.”
“Because of what? Do you think that she doesn’t…….”
Cheta cut in “Stop supporting her!! It’s not fair to us. Is it because I’m not married?”
My mother was the first to recover, “Daalu.” she thanked Adora in Igbo “Let me take care of Kodili’s forehead.”
“Mommy, please you are confusing him, call him Ryan.”
“I can’t call my grandson a meaningless name.” She said it dismissively and carried Ryan away.
Cheta faced me “If you like, keep misbehaving and don’t get your shits together, ewu.” Only Cheta would call me a goat.
“Cheta, please excuse us”. Adora looked at her sternly.
“Am I not leaving? I’m going to my father’s room. Kamsi call me after the pep talk so I can clear the dining table and you can pack.” She smirked and bounced out.
“Just give me the opportunity to be your big sister.” She put her hands on my shoulder. “I’m sure Nnamdi would love having you around. My husband is a nice man”.
This is it, my joblessness has activated the sister love mood.