Daddy had finished his Cake now and Was lying on the sofa, his head propped up With one of the throwcushions.
“You, are you not going to eat? Madam lawyer.”
“I am okay with the chocolate for now, I will eat later,”l answered. At that moment‚l had something more important on my mind than food. All the other questions I had asked him were easy enough and straightforward. This one‚l didn‘t even know how to start.
“Daddy, you know I am 16,” I said matter-offactly. It was a rather foolish way to start. Of course, he knew I was 16.
He was trying to turn on theTV on the wall with a remote control. The TV refused to come on. He
turned the remote control over in his hand, slapped
it against the other hand and pointed it towards the television again.When it refused to come on still, he opened the battery case of the remote control and took out the two batteries.
One of them dropped and rolled towards me.l picked it up and handed it to him. He muttered a thank you, re-inserted the batteries and replaced the
coverwith a noisy clap.
“Now,l command you to come on,” he said to the TV as he pointed the remote control at it again, like a magician waving his wand. But still the TV refused to yield, looking black and dead like those television
sets I once saw at a market in Lagos. Big Mummy said they were called ‘No testing' Even though they were very cheap. you were not allowed to test if they actually worked before you buy them. She said, sometimes one might get lucky. But more often than not, one would have ended up pnying to bring & piece of junk into one‘s house. I couldn‘t see the sense in that.
“Maybe the batteries are dead,” I volunteered, trying hard to hide my irritation. Here I was, about to ask the most important question of my life.Yet‚all that this man cared about was his television.
“I hope it isjust that,"he said. "Anyway‚what were you saying?" he said as he laid back on the sofa, placing the remote control on his chest. “I should have some batteries in my room.You knowwe have a match this evening."
By “we”, he meant Chelsea. He was a devout fan of the English football club. One evidence of his devotion was the fact that all the bibs that used as a baby were branded with the club's logo. Mummy would often joke that she was surprised he did not name me Chelsea. In addition to the bib, almost all
my first belongings on earth were blue and bore the club's logo. And this included my feeding bottle. Mummy said she complained vehemently at the time that blue is a boy's colour, but Daddy would not be deterred. All of the artefacts of my Chelsea childhood were still held in abox in the pantry.
I had come to like Chelsea myself. Perhaps, that was inevitable. Mummy would say I was a Chelsea fan by genetic engineering. She was not really keen on football. I was also not so emotionally committed like Daddy. But we would always pray for Chelsea to Win so that Daddy would remain in good mood. I recalled on one occasion, he actually refused to eat because they lost a game. 1 remember, it was a Champions league final against Manchester United. Several days after the match, Daddy was still bemoaning his team's defeat, talking about how Drogba would have scored a penalty if he didn‘t get
a red card for slapping an opponent. I prayed that Chelsea would win that day so that Daddy would still be in a frame of mind to answer my remaining questions. Especially, this very burning question: “Daddy,”l said, “you know now am 16.”
“Ofcourse‚ how can i possibly forget that you are no longer a child but a young adult,” he answered
md laughed. "Daddy,be serious now,”l said, Squeezing my face
at him.
“Bud am.”
“Okay,l mean now thatl am 16,1 am old enough to date,right?”
“Date.What is that?” He asked and sat up slowly. He scratched his neck and suddcnly became interested in the remote control again. I knew my father. I was sure he understood exactly what I was asking him. But if he didn't have a ready answer to your question, he would pretend not to understand, so as to buy himselftime.
“I mean, like. . . a boyfriend.l can have a boyfriend now, can't I?"
“Boyfriend? What does that mean?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes.
Now, it was my turn to look away. I suddenly
noticed some dirt under my nails and began to pick at them.
“But Daddy, I thought you said I could ask any
question." “Of course, you could. I just wanted to be sure I
understand you. that's all. Okay, let me put it this way. You said dating first, then you said boyfriend, right?"
I noddcd.
“Okay, what I would like to know is that when
people say they are dating or someone is their boyfriend, as in your own case, what do they do together? What does that kind of relationship email?"
“Well, I am not sure. But I know, like, they hang
out together and stuff like that‚"l replied.
One thing I learnt about my father over the years was that you should never take anything for granted. Whatever you wanted, you had to be able to justify. And you could not do worse than telling him that the reason you wanted to do something was that
other people were doing it. He taught me what he called the five-why' test. He said by asking why five times, any issue could be clarified and seen for what it really is, I prayed he wouldn't remember that now.
If he did,l wondered how many whys I would be able to answer. I think I should have a boyfriend. Why? Because I am now a young adult. Why? Because most young adults have boyfriends. Why? Because. . . because it makes them feel good. Why? Because. . . Silly.
“What does 'hang out' and 'stuff like that' mean?” He continued.
“Daddy, why now? I am sure you know what I mean.”l said with some agitation, if not initation. But I knew I had to answer his question. i don't really know, but I know they do things together spilt talk and spend time together.”
“That's all, talk?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Okay, Daddy. Maybe also. .. like BAK, KOTL and stuff like that,”l added. I was so embamssed, talking about these things with my Dad, of all people.
“What are those? HAK and... what did you call it?” He looked genuinely confused. He sat up and leaned towards me.
“You mean you don't know?” I said, genuinely surprised.
“No‚l seriously don't.Tell me.”
“HAK means, like, Hugs and Kisses. KOTL means Kiss On The Lips.” “But... how do you know all these?" he asked,
almost in consternation.
“Come on Daddy, everybody knows these things, dub!”
“Everybody knows what?”
“As in... it's kind of the way people speak now. People don't have time for long talk anymore."
“You call talking in acronyms a way of speaking? Anyway. So, how much of HAK and KOLT have you been up to?”
“Me? No,I don't have a boyfriend. And it is not KOLT Daddy, it is KOTL.”
“KOTL. Okay. Now, are you telling me that everyone your age knows the meaning of these things you just said?”
“Well, most. It is like social media language. Yes,I think so‚I mean everybody is on social media.”
“Well, we'll come back to that later. So, you want to have a boyfriend so that you would be doing
KOTL and what was the other one?" “No Daddy, that is not. . „”the rest of the sentcnce
got stuck in my throat.l began to feel hot despite the air conditioner and my armpit began to itch.
“You see, Aliya, dating, boyfriend or whatever you call it, are not bad in themselves. But. . . okay, let me even start by saying that I appreciate that we are having this conversation. Okay?” He looked sort of nervous himself. He gripped my hands, gendy but firmly. His touch felt reassuring and I could feel myself calming down. He went silent for a brief moment as if he was thinking of what to say. then he continued.
“At your age, relationship between a boy and a girl is mostly ruled by one thing, infatuation. You know what that means‚l suppose?”
“Of course, I know the meaning of infatuatiom Like you have a cmsh on someone, you think you love the person, but it is not really love.”
“You are right. That's largely what it is.To add to that, I would say that infatuation is when you have
exaggerated feelings towards someone in a way that
is almost foolish. But such feelings are also often short-lived.While they last however, you would find that you were willing to do anything to satisfy the
object of your feelings. You would want to be with that person all the time, and nothing else would seem to matter to you.”
“Wow, but that sounds like some kind of sickness.”
"Not exactly. It isjust that matters of the heart can be emotionally challenging for everyone, even adults. But it is even worse at your age; with hormones running riet, and you still trying to discover yourself. I seriously doubt that any teenager could enter into that kind of relationship and not be distracted from their studies. And anything that c0uld distract you from your studies at this stage of your life brings your entire future into jeopardy. Do you know that?"
I nodded.
“Okay, let me ask you. . . ”he continued. But I was already thinking about what he was saying. Was I infatuated with Bobo? A couple of times afterl tried to return the teddy hear and failed‚l caught myself thinking about him. But I told myself that I only wanted an opportunity for us to finish the conversation we started that day during prep. I also wish I knew what he had wanted to say before we Were alert that the duty master was heading towards our class .that was after had told him i was not his girlfriend. Was he going to agree with me and just walk away? Or would he have persisted and tried to make me change my mind.
After i learnt that he had relocated to Ireland without telling me, I was even angrier with myself that I did not shove his stupid teddy in his face back then and warn him never to talk to me again. However, after a while,l was not so angry anymore. In place of anger, there was this sadness, this loneliness that I felt, which I never knew was possible. For a while‚l actually felt like he dumped me.
One day, I waited till everyone had gone for lunch and the hostel was quiet.l brought out the teddy and threw it in the waste bin by the hostel gate. Almost an hour later, when I was going to class for the afternoon prep‚l had to walk past the bin.l could see one of the teddy's legs sticking out, the rest of its body obscured by some stale bread, tom papers and a box of comßakes. I looked away. But at that very
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moment, the teddy came alive in my heart couldn't just leave it there, disearded and helpless. It was the first gift I got that was not from my parents and that I did not win as a prize from school. And the person that gave me that first gift was Bobo. Even though I disliked him now, it would not be fair to punish the teddy for what Bobo did. I walked back to the bin and glanced around to see if anyone was looking. I did not see anybody. I hesitated for awhile, trying to convince myself that it was just the teddy that l liked and not that I still cared for Bobo. just then I heard footsteps approaching the gate. No more time to waste. I would save the teddy. I was sure this had nothing to do with Bobo. I dragged the poor thing from undetneath the pile of ruhbish and ran back to my room. I chucked the teddy inside my wardrobe, promising myself I would give it a thorough wash on my return from prep.
“Aliya, what are you thinking so much about?” Dad's voice jolted me back to the moment. He had been talking all along. It must have taken him a while to realize that I was lost in my own thoughts. “No... nothing. Just thinking about what you were
saying.’l stammered in response to his query_
i asked you a question earlier though?”
“Yes, sir, you did i am sorry,l must have„_ trailed off.”
“That's all right. So I said, let's assume you had boyfriend. Let us say... what was the name of the boy again? The one that gave you the teddy bear?
Oh my god l knew what he was to say wished he wouldn't do that. Did he know What i was thinking about only a few minutes ago?
“I know his name reminded me of that thing that drink... Bobo, yes Bobo. „yes that's what you called him. Right?”
I refused to confirm l was still wondering What on earth he was driving at.
“Let's assume Bobo was your boyfriend and you liked him a lot, He paused and gave me that mischievous smile
“Daddy, Bobo was not my boyfriend. And I don't
like anybody, not in that way,” I protested vehemently.
“I know. I know. He is not your boyfriend. But let us just assume he was your boyfriend for the purpose of the question I am asking you. Bobo is your boyfriend and you like him a lot. Then one day‚ you see him with another girl, walking around the school? How would you feel?”
“Well. . . to be honest, I think I would feel bad.”
“You means you would be jealous?”
“Yes, jealous,maybe.
It had actually happencd before. Shortly before the end of the term,l saw Bobo once with another girl from our class. Morayo. They were walking to the refectory together. i felt so bad Morayo wasn't
as smart as me. But she was slim and tall,with big eye balls that she had a way of rolling around and around so you couldn't help but notice them. I could not eat.To make matters worse, Bobo saw mean he did not even act as if he did. When got back to the hostel that night, I swore never to speak to either of them again for the rest of my life. I eventually slept off and I had a nightmare about Bobo and Morayo kissing each other.
Dad's eyes were looking directly into mine. "You would be jealous, right? 'that's exactly what I am getting at. A jealous mind is a distracted mind. Yet, distraction is what you cannot afford at this stage of your life.You now understand me?”
I understood him very well; after what Bobo did to me. Even though it was almost a year before‚l still felt bad each time I remembered him. Recently, one guy, Zak passed a note to me as we were leaving the assembly. Even though he was not in my class, everybody knew him because he was in the school football team. It was a very stupid note. It said, 'Dö you know any cardiologist because my heart skips a beat every time i think of you. i am sure he must have
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copied it from somewhere. I just tore the note to shreds and threw it into the bin in one corner of the class. Zak was handsome and very popular too. Every girl would like to have him. But that's exactly the reason l die! not want to have anything to do With him.
“You see, Aliya, there is time for everything. Relationships come with a lot of emotional issues that you may not be able to deal with at your age. And if you were a boy, I would tell you this same thing. You will have plenty time for all that. But at this stage of your life, you can hardly afford it. lf you have to be the best‚you have to stay focused. Have you heard the term, derailment before?”
“Yes, you mentioned it in the letter,"l answered, trying to hide the turbulenoe going on in my mind.
“Of course, I did. And what is your understanding of it?"
i explained that it was a like a train moving in a particular direction. No matter how long the. journey was, the train would eventually get to its destination as long as it stayed on the tracks.
However, once it detailed, that would be the end of its journey.
“You are right. the point is that we human beings are also like the trains running on our tracks. Once we go of our tracks, we may never come back The question is, why do people derail? Why does it happen so often that very intelligent people, people that everyone would agree were destined for greatness, just fall by the wayside? Do you know why?"
shook my head.
“gratification"
“Yes, I remember that one too. You said if one does not learn to delay gratification, one may be derailed by gratification.”
“Absolutely. I am so glad you remember that point," he said, grinning broadly, his missing tooth, standing out by its very absence and looking like an unlit passage to somewhere.
“People have desires for different gratiiications. It's quite natural," he explained. “Cars, big houses, expensive jewelry or wrist watches, girlfriends or boyfriends...‘ He paused to point at me. then he
continued. “Sex, alcohol‚ drugs, designer clothing, expensive handbags and shoes, and so on. i doubt if anyone would consider most of these things as bad in themselves. Except for drugs, and maybe alcohol for some people. Most of them are actually very good and naturally desirable. However, they all come with huge price tags. And by this, I don't mean the money alone. Somerimes‚ the price we may be required to pay for some of these go beyond money. lt may be our emotional balance, our self-respect, our integrity, our career, and sometimes, our very life itself.
The question therefore is not whether you am willing to pay the price; the question is whether you fully understand the price you may be required to pay for the gratification and whether you can actually afford it. This may sound daunting, but you know what I have re alised?”
“No."l shook my head.
“What I have realized is that for most of these things, the price you may be required to pay is just the time you have to wait. The time you have to wait, denying yourself these things until such a time that
you can truly and honestly afford them, financially and emotionally. However, if you try to gratify yourself with any of these before you are ready and able to afford them, they may end up derailing you.] pray that your life would never be a warning to others, but a good example."
“Amin, Papa.'thank you.”l got up and gave him & hug. I hardly called him that. But in situations like this‚ l realized he was more than just a father to me. He was my teacher and my BFF too.
“One moment please," he said, and went into his room. He emerged few minutes later with a pack of AA batteries. He picked up the remote control and replaced the batteries. Before replacing the cover, he pointed the remote control at the TV and it in standy came alive, filling the entire house with booming sound. He swiftly turned down the volume and returned to his seat as he Exed the cover back on the battery hold of the remote control. The TV was an Supersport BN. There was 2 live game on, but it was not the one he was Waiting for. He left the
TV on all the same.
“Daddy. You know what happened in our school
last term?" “What? Tell me." He leaned towards me in eager
anticipation.
“I mean, many things happened,"l said, throwing up my hands to confirm that I know what I just said was meaningless. “But there was a particular incident.”
“Yes, what happened?” My father liked to hear stories. Maybe it had to do with his background as a journalist. We would be in the car; he would see something and just shout, “Can you see that? Now, that would make an interesting story.” Mummy would laugh and say, “Mr. Journalist, you are still looking for stories up and down." He would pat her lovingly and say,
“Well, see what looking for stories got me." And they would both laugh heartily. If you wanted my fathers full attention, just tell him you have a story.
“Some students were caught in the basketball court at night, during prep. They said the school Security caught them.“Caught them,doing what?”
"53X," I said, wondering whether this Was somethingl should' actually be telling myDad.
'53X‚what is that?"He looked genuinely lost
"They were doing bad things„. like, they were having sat."
“Is that what you people call it now? Is this another social media language?" He threw up his hands and shook his head. “Any-way, so, what happened?”
“They got called out at the assembly the next day and were suspended indefinitely. 'the boy tried to
put a brave face on it, but the girl was so distraught.
She was so ashamed. Even me, I felt so embarrasscd. You would think I was the one."
“I can imagine. But you know what happened to that girl was more than the humiliation of being called out on the assembly. "
“Buddy, what could be worse than that?"
“Well, let me ask you. Even if they were not Caught? Do you think that boy would even respect a girl that he could have sex within a basketball court? Do you think he would be proud to take that girl
home as his wife in future?”
“NO‚ I don't think so."
“So, she has lost her self-respect and presented herself like an easy girl, a mere play thing that single incidence would probably follow her for the rest of her life. As far as the boy was concerned, she was probably just another conquest. I'm not saying it's the right thinking, but that's how it goes."
“OMG! I can't even imagine."
“Aliya, I don't know what OMG means. But I am not sure I want you to be speaking this so called language of yours in this house. 'that is why you people cannot spell anything.”
“Come on Daddy, you are so old school! OMG means 'Oh My God' .”
“Seriously, I am getting really worried about this new language of yours. The way you people are reducing everything to acronyms and abbreviations. What's that? How would you kids learn to speak or write good English? That is why a majority of you are failing WAEC."
"Daddy, it's nothing to worry about. They are just slangs.l can even teach you."
'Me, l don't what to learn that nonsense. Teacher don't ”teach me nonsense,” he sang. Daddy liked Fela's music. But his favourite was the Malien.n singer Ali Parka Tonne, even though he did not understand a single word of the man's song. once asked him how it was possible to enjoy a piece of music he did not understand. He said I should not confuse the song with the music. Besides, he said, music is a universal language that speaks to your soul and not just your ars. Whatever that means.
“Okay, what does KPC mean?” l asked in
deiiance. ‘K-P-C. I beg, leave me‚l have a match to watch,”
he protected. But l could see he was thinking of the answer.
“Daddy now, we are only playing,” I said, pretending to sulk. I folded my hands across my
cheat. “Okay, cry-cry baby. I know PC means Personal
Computers. But what is the K?” I tried to suppress the laughter that suddenly like a sneeze but I failed. I was soon
, holding my stomach. I
rolling on
laughed so hard that I could feel tears rolling down
my eyes as I coughed repeatedly. “You better be careful. You asked me a question
and I answered to the best of my ability, so what's this?”
“Daddy,you are so wrong.”
“Okay, I am so wrong. Tell me, what is the meaning?”
I tried to suppress the onset of another burst of laughter by coughing repeatedly.
“KPC. Keep Parents Clueless.”
“Keep what!”He shouted in consternation. “Keep
Parents Clueless. Can you just imagine? Wahala dey
„ o
I heard my name. It was Mummy. She was
complaining that I had not eaten. “Anyway, go answer your mother. We can
continue after the match,”he said, still wondering at what l had just told him.“Keep parents clueless. Can you imagine,"he said to himself as I got up.
I left my books and other things on the fioor beside my seat, truly hoping to continue the
discussion after the match.1 prayed Chelsea Would win; Otherwise, that could be the end of our convasation for that day.
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