ABUSE: 3

 

She walked downstairs taking a step at a time. She did a quick survey, she was the only one wearing a French dress. As a matter of fact, she was the only one who wasn’t wearing a cultural attire.

‘Thank God Wunmi didn’t listen to me,’ DJ thought to herself. She walked back to Wunmi’s room. She opened the door. 

‘Wunmi everyone’s wearing…’ DJ was saying when she opened the door, but became silent when she saw Mrs. Kolade giving Wunmi a hand. 

‘Is it too tight?’ Mrs. Kolade asked her daughter as she tied her headscarf.

‘No,’ Wunmi replied sounding uncomfortable.

‘Good morning ma.’ DJ greeted the woman.

‘Ah…Chidubem. Welcome, how are you?’ Mrs. Kolade turned her neck to reply.

‘I’m fine ma. Congratulations.’

‘Thank you my dear. How is your mummy?’

‘She’s fine ma,’ DJ smiled.

‘My regards to her.’ Mrs. Kolade was done dressing Wunmi. 

Wunmi looked very beautiful. The tightly tied wrapper outlined her curves from her tiny waist to her hips.

‘You look great,’ DJ complimented her friend.

‘Are you sure?’ Wunmi asked looking at the mirror in front of her.

‘Mtcheww’ Mrs. Kolade hissed.

‘Ah ahn, what is wrong with your leg?’ Mrs. Kolade asked when she noticed DJ was moving her legs in a funny way.

‘I’m pressed,’ DJ smiled shyly. She tried to control herself but the urine was defiant.

‘My toilet has issues, Dad said he’ll call the plumber,’ Wunmi stated.

‘Alright. DJ use the guest toilet. You know where it is right?’ Mrs.Kolade suggested.

‘Yes.’

‘Make sure you flush oo’ Mrs. Kolade said while cleaning some makeup off her hands with a tissue.

‘She knows that mummy,’ Wunmi rolled her eyes.

‘That’s true. She’s not like you,’ Mrs. Kolade laughed and DJ chuckled a bit before leaving the room again.

By Sona Camille