I searched the dump for left overs and was glad to find an almost full loaf of bread. The bread was enough for me and my baby sister and we would still have some left for dinner. The only thing left was water. My sister had been coming down with fever and it must be from the water we got from the broken pipe near the uncompleted building we sleep in. Maybe I should beg someone for money to buy sachet water and paracetamol for her. I could drink from the broken pipe; my immune system was way stronger than hers.
It was mid-afternoon and I was lucky to get #100 naira from people. People were becoming nicer or maybe because it was friday and they were performing their religious rites. That was really none of my business. I bought four sachet pure water and two stick sweets for my sister. I knew she would be ecstatic about the sweet, it seemed like ages she had one. I rushed to our make-shift home and found my sister crying. I watched as the silent sobs shook her thin body and felt very sorry for her. She did not deserve to be lying on an almost bare mat I had manage to salvage from the dump ground, she deserved a big soft bed, befitting for a princess. Sighing heavily, I went to her, silently praying for it to be nothing more serious than hunger.
“Kanyinsola, what is it?”
She just looked up at me and cried more, covering her face with her frail hands. I gathered her in my arms and settled her on my laps. She felt very weightless and felt my own eyes well up with tears. She was malnourished and very skinny. I wish I could do more for my sister, something much more than just searching the dump grounds, begging for alms, doing occasional menial jobs to feed and cloth her. I knew I tried for her but I wanted to do more. I looked down at her and saw that she had stopped crying and was already dozing. Maybe she was just missing her big sister, I thought.
I checked the face of a watch I made out of scraps. It was a miracle the thing still worked. I saw it as God’s special gift for me as I had found the face of the watch; the main engine, on my birthday. I just kept thing straps of cloth in the loop by the sides and tied it together and voila, a wristwatch. It was 7:47pm and kanyin was still sleeping. I checked on her to see if she was okay. She was sleeping and her temperature was almost back to normal. Thank God. I wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to her. She was my world. I sat beside her and watched as she slept, snoring very lightly. She was just the replica of my mother. A beautiful woman that did everything for us and her demise was a great loss. My father had absconded with the small stash of cash my mom had saved for us for the rainy days. I was not surprised, he was a drunkard who had always lived off my mother. I shuddered at the kind of life we would have had if we were with him. We were better off by ourselves and always wished he was the one that died. Life was not fair but I had promised never to dwell on that. I would make the best of the situation and become some one important in the society. I would turn the situation around for my sister and I by working hard. I would surprise everyone that rejected us. We would be a force to reckon with, that I was sure of. Life was being cruel and being successful was my only revenge.
Kanyin’s Part:
It must be the smell of bread that woke me because I woke up asking my sister for food. She provided me with a huge chunk of bread and I smiled. My sister would always provide for me, she was my guardian angel. The bread was stale but fresher than the last one I ate. I was tired of bread. I wanted something better, something fresher but my sister couldn’t afford it. She paid our fees, tried her best to clothe me and feed me. I would not be an ingrate by complaining. I ate the bread and imagined it to be hot and soft with butter melting in it. It tasted better with my imagination. I roused from the mat and went in search of my sister. She was sitting outside, staring at the gloomy sky.
“Sister Damola”
“Yes, sweetheart”
“Nothing, I was just looking for you”.
She smiled at me and I felt so much at peace like we were sitting in a very big place with the proverbial milk and honey flowing in it. She got up, ruffled my hair and went inside. She told me to stay put. I did as she told me, wondering what she was up to. She came back seconds later, with her hand at her back. She told me to close my eyes and open my mouth. I rolled my eyes, my sister was just too mischevious. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, hoping it was not one of her many pranks. I smelt it before I felt it on my tongue. Candy!! I screamed, bouncing up and down with joy. I ran to her and hugged her. I caught her trying to blink tears away, tears of seeing me so happy. I hugged her more fiercely. She was an angel sent to me from heaven and she made my world so much better.

Posted by theinkheart


18 thoughts on “MY SISTER, MY WORLD!”

  1. Tears on MΜ…Μ²ΜΆΜ₯ΜŠΖ” eyes….can’t do without ΕΈΜ²Μ£Μ£Μ£Μ₯ΓΈΜ²Μ£Μ£Μ₯uΜ…Μ²ΜΆΜ₯̊ sis

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