My mum broke my heart

My mum broke my heart...

On the 1st day of May, I left home for college. I got here, started the registration process, and was told by the school that I can’t study my course of choice because I had a deficiency in my Senior School Certificate Examination result.

Apparently, I couldn’t study Psychology because I didn’t have biology in my SSCE result.

No, I didn’t fail Biology, I just didn’t include it in my SSCE subject combination because I was stupidly deceived by my classmates and so-called friends in high school (a story for another day).

I had a couple options…

1. Forfeit the admission, let all the money I paid go to waste (mind you, college is hella expensive) rewrite my SSCE exams this time including Biology, pass the exams, then sit for the admission exams again, and this time I may or may not be given.

2. Forget about going to college and let the money I paid go to waste still.

3. Change to a course that would go well with my SSCE subject combination.

I choose the third option and this shit takes a lot of processes. I was getting posted, come back tomorrow, come back next week, come back so and so date.

Until nothing was going on in school anymore, my mum missed me, so she told me to come home and stay for a while until lectures started.

I went home on Monday afternoon and on Friday, something happened…

I went out and came back very late. 11 pm. Yes, I'm an adult and can take care of myself, but my mum wouldn't want to hear it.

Plus she hates it when any of her kids come home late, so you can only imagine what my Nigerian mum did…

She locked me out of the house and told me to return to where I was coming from (typical of every Nigerian parent).

Now I would have easily gotten a place to stay that night, but if you are a Nigerian, you'd know that that is like a death wish on your part, and I needed to show remorse because I was sorry, I had lost track of time.

So I just sat outside because I knew she’d eventually open the door. Almost an hour later, she did open the door, and I went to sleep.

The next morning, I felt a tap… wake up.

I opened my eyes and saw my mum tapping me. In my mind, I was like “It's about to get down” (in Kevin Hart’s voice) 😂😂

Then she started talking, about everything, how I stayed out late, how I did every other thing that I had no idea when I did (also, typical African parents).

None of them got to me because I knew I can handle late nights, but she then started talking about something else (that made me almost cry)…

She started talking about how it hasn't even been a month since I left for school yet, and I already changed, then she started mentioning some things that sounded stupid to me, talking about how I probably already started hanging out with boys, keeping bad company and all of that nonsense.

That broke my heart. My mum is the only one that I ever explain things to, my decisions, my plans, the reason for my actions… she's the only one I let come that close to me…

So I thought she knows me better than to assume things about me just because of a single action, but alas, she didn't, or maybe she did.

But In her defense, she's been through a lot of crazy things with her older children and she didn't want me and my younger brother taking the same path our older siblings took…

But she did it the wrong way.

Thinking back at it, she could have done better by not comparing me to my siblings, and assuming things about me. But she let her emotions get the better of her.

I also didn't know what to do because I felt so emotional, I just didn't think my mum would say those things to me.

If I had been told the same thing by someone else, I wouldn't care less. I tried to explain things to her but she wouldn’t listen.

I wanted to tell her that first I'm not 16 anymore and that I could handle myself just fine, second, the only time I was outside past 10 pm since I left home was just once, third I only ever let 5 people come in my room, and they stayed for less than 30 minutes.

I thought that if I told her these things, and reassured her that I'm good, she’d be at peace, and at least have faith in me…

But she wasn't going to listen, and it was almost time for me to go back to school, so I left.

Yesterday, I called her, and we made up.

Yeee… I’m such a good kid.

In order nit to make thisemail super long, I’ll stop here.

There you go, guys… Now, according to the law of reciprocity, I want something back from you. 😁😁

There are a couple takeaways from this story, but I want to do something different today… I’ll let you tell me what you got from this story.

Yes, you heard right… Hit the reply button, and let me know what you got from this story… I’m waiting.

That’s it for today CopyTellers…

Before you go though… you know the drill… drag my ass to your primary inbox if by chance I made it to your spam or promotions tab.

That said, I’ma see you in subsequent emails.

One last thing… this Email is over 1,000 words long, (the longest email I have written to you so far).

So if you made it till the end, it means I know this storytelling thingy, and I’d appreciate a shoutout 😉😉

Now I’m expecting 2 things from you…

• A reply with what you took away from this story

• A shoutout 😉😉

Alright, enough of my rants, I’ma let you go now…

CIAO… Copyqueen☺