Chapter 14: Abuja Boy

 "Where is that whore of a lady? Where is this prostitute and her violent bastard of a son." 

Said the voice from outside.

 "Mommy nurse, did you just hear that?"

 My mom asked the nurse and the nurse nodded in confirmation. The noise was too loud, its not possible to not hear it.

"I think it's that crazy lady, but what business does she have with us?"

Mom recognized the voice of the lady, she is a trouble maker, everyone in the neighborhood knows her for her trouble, and she was the mother to one of the boys who attacked me on my way to mummy nurse' house for the inhaler. Now I was already sitting up, abandoning my PlayStation game so I could join mom and Mummy nurse outside to see the noise maker and know what she had to say, but my mom stopped me.

 "Hey Damie, wait in here, I don't want to see you outside."

 Mom said to me as she went outside with the nurse to see the person constituting the nuisance...

                             ***ABUJA BOY***

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Weeks later, my mom and I hit the road, we embarked on the journey to Abuja. It was quite an adventure, as usual, I was the topic of the day, many of the passengers just sat there and stare at me like they haven't seen a cute kid before. Many of them even gossiped about me to my face. Well, we arrived Abuja pretty late, we were lucky, if not mom's old school friend aunt Paulina, who aided us to our new apartment. We embarked on the journey on Friday morning, the journey was not an easy one, poor me, I never liked the long journey, I felt sick all through the bus, I kept vomiting even though my mom tried all she could to make him feel better. Aunt Paulina and mom had been best of friends since college. Aunty Paulina was the gossip who made it apparent to my mother that Mr. Matthew was going to marry another lady.

Aunty Paulina had always thought that I was Mr. Mark's son even though her best friend who happened to be my mom had always insisted on the opposite. The truth came to manifestation when she finally saw the child in question, me, Damian.

 "Na! He looks nothing like that big-headed Matthew." 

So aunty Paulina said. 

"The father... He must be a white man, German or Spanish? Baby girl you have changed o, you no longer tell me things, since you and that big-headed mark broke up." 

She added making this inquisitive look. 

"No! No o, He is just a regular man." 

"A regular man? Do you mean like a Nigerian? Hmm... So then, explain the gold hair and the blue eyes or did you....."

 Aunty Paulina asked looking even more inquisitive.

 "Wait.. Don't tell me you allowed him to tint his hair and fix the contact lens. Haba Juliet! How could you allow him to do such?"  

She asked, now looking very serious but my mom aired no word to her, she only bled out a little smile.