By Inioluwa Moses
We lost the only son and heir to my father’s dynasty – the only boy in a family of 4 children. My only brother…
The events leading up to his death are actually funny but pathetic, from his birth to death.
The story may seem a little disjointed but please stay with me.
So my little brother Ade was born on a day I would like to forget but cannot forget May 26. I still remember his birth very well because I was there with mother.
Right from birth, Adewale was treated like a king, because he was the son of the “almighty” chief. After his birth, my sisters and I were relegated to the background which was a relief because we could finally be us and not have to meet up with my fathers’ ridiculously high standard.
His naming ceremony was a huge affair; the drinks flowed like there was a fountain in the backyard.
Ade was used to not wanting, anytime Ade opened his mouth to cry, the breast was stuffed back into it.
And then Ade went to school, and papa told him he had to bring back the first position which if he did, he would get to select any country of his choice for vacation – whilst my mother, my sisters and myself had never stepped foot outside the country. Papa kept reminding him of how he was always the first in his class, always bringing home the gift after every school year, which was probably a lie, but what do I know? After all, I’m only a girl and no one cares if I’m the last in my class, not even my mother.
Papa held Ade to very high standards, all Ade wanted was to be a boy but all papa wanted was for him to grow up fast, be a man and take over his numerous businesses and then marry.
When Ade was nine he started stammering, around this time father introduced more tutors because there was state exam, common entrance etc., and Ade was expected to ace them all. Ade was woken up with questions and put to sleep with more questions. Around this period also, Ade started bedwetting which started his six and a half year round different churches and at a certain stage, he was taken to shrines. At a particular church, the man in charge told my parents to give Ade twenty strokes of cane every morning and night. But Ade was still not cured of the bedwetting “demon”.
Ade passed all his exams, was given scholarship and father collected all the awards for “safe-keeping” which he later arranged in his office.
While all this was going on, my sisters and I were busy living our lives and were too busy to notice the scrawny little brother.
Ades’ educational life was filled with tutors from all over the country, and zero fun. He was always confined to the house. His lack of a social life affected him greatly, he couldn’t make friends especially in secondary school because most of the guys thought he was proud and the females thought he was gay. He was terrified anytime someone approached him because he always thought he had done something wrong – he would try to remember what he had done but wouldn’t come up with anything – and by the time the person got to him he would be fidgeting
Fast forward to university, where the whole problem reached its climax. Ade couldn’t find a reading pattern that fitted him perfectly so he was always reading and rarely slept – most days he didn’t eat. He was losing weight and sometimes depressed but there was no one to talk to because everyone thought he had it all – the brains the money and the girls – Ade had none.
The day Ade got his first-semester result, he committed suicide.
And we were back to square one, a household with no male child and heavy responsibilities on the female children.
Papa couldn’t handle the loss of his only son and heir apparent to his business.
My sisters got married a few months later and I hope they’re happy.
I’m the only one left. Someone has to take care of mama.
HI HI, thanks for reading this short story.
Here are a few things I would like you to note:
Don’t put unnecessary expectations on people.
Love your friends truly
Each human on this planet has his/her own path carved out,don’t force them to walk your path.
Take care of your mental health!
Find a therapist you can talk with.