Chapter 15: Freshly Baked

"No now, my friend you don't have to allow him like that, this is how they all start o, hmm." 

She added. 

"Who starts?"

 My mom asked, now my mom looks even more inquisitive herself.

 "All these gays you see around of cause, next thing Now it will be earrings, that is how they go around with multiple rings. 

"God forbid! My son is not gay biko." 

Mom said defensively. 

"I never said he is o. See my hand oo, hmm..."

Aunty Paulina quickly defended herself. 

"He can't be, ok? my son can't be gay, this is his real hair and eye color, this is how he came out of me, no modification."

 Mom quickly intercepted her.

 "Hmm... And you said his father is a regular. Like this." 

Said aunty Paulina.

 "Please my friend, I had a very hectic journey, I don't have the strength for your long talk, let's meet tomorrow, we will discuss more as we arrange my things, hope you will assist me, right?" 

So mom said. Aunty Paulina had a reputation back in the school as a talkative, many of her friends call her "Radio Without Battery". She could talk for hours nonstop, and she had always been my mother's best friend, they often go out together and aunty Paulina had always been mom's spokesperson whenever they go out.

"Sure, tomorrow is Saturday, both I and my daughter will be here  by morning."

 So said aunty Paulina.

 "Aha! How's she? Your daughter, Cynthia is her name, right? I'll love to meet her, and My Damie will need a friend"

Mom said. My mom had always had my back, I dont know what I'll do without her, this is why I will always take her side

"Sure, you will see her tomorrow, and once again, welcome to Abuja. See you tomorrow my long-lost friend. Hahaha."

So said aunt Pauline and she left.

                           ***Freshly Baked***

The next day, just about 10 AM, my mom and I were already fixing up our things before we had the doorbell ring I was actually happy to be in Abuja, "Abuja boy," so my mom will say whenever she caught me smiling to myself, my mom... What a woman she is, I couas have sworn that she hears my thoughts too, but that will be if I didn't know better.

 "Was is there? You want to break the door?" 

My mom asked.

 "Do you have any other friends here in Abuja? Please open the door, and stop acting like you dont know the only person that could possibly knock on your door." 

Aunty Paulina said from behind the door.

"Haha haha. You this crazy friend of mine, please come inside, the door is not locked." 

So said my mom. Aunty Paulina came in and a beautiful young girl followed, she was carrying a pan of freshly baked cake. I perceived the sweet fresh smell of the cake, it was just baked and hot, the aroma of the cake was transported all over our house by the heat it contained.