All these treatments were on the condition that I wouldn't mention a thing I had seen earlier to mum.
"Junior, who poured water on this chair " mum asked . She had returned from work . She always came back early before dad .
I paused my Nintendo game, unmounted from the dining chair and began to walk quietly towards the living room.
I needed to gist mum how Aunty Deola almost got killed , how my heroic presence halted the execution, and how I was shot with a milk wave.
Aunty who had been in her room suddenly swung her door open. "KC was the one who pee on the chair while sleeping , so I cleaned it up" Aunty lied .
Aunty gave me a stern look which sent me quietly walking back to the dining.
I had no choice than to comply, after all , mum won't be home to rescue me.
A week later I was sitting beside dad who was watching the 9pm news when I heard mum and Aunty Deola yelling at each other in the room. I didn't understand what the problem was, but I could hear them say "CD" and "trash can " and mum always calling out "Deolaaaaa" then at times she chipped in "junior".
I gently moved towards the TV ,counted my Cartoon CD plates. I was satisfied by the number of disc plates I found and returned to my sit. Dad dished out his usual gentle smile and I never knew why.
Aunty moved out days later only to visit once a while .
Though I was Seven at the time, but the memories remained fresh