Sunday, 10 May 2015

Comrades in Naughtiness

Posted by Oyinlola Sobowale on Sunday, May 10, 2015 in | 26 comments

Idris walked towards the carefully turfed front yard where people were standing about in clusters; some looking heavenwards, some speaking quietly in muffled voices...all of them looking everywhere but at him. None would meet his scrutinizing, questioning gaze. No one would even say a word! He took further steps into the salmon-pink painted house, closer to the side door that would lead him to the foyer before the rooms then he stopped suddenly for a moment to catch his raging breath and calm his roving mind, assuring himself that nothing could be possibly wrong or could there be? "Why would there be so many solemn looking folks at my front door?" he asked aloud.

Forty minutes earlier...
 
Sitting tensely in the Nissan Juke SL, Idris wondered what he would tell her after he had been gone for so long. Trying hard in his head to concoct a sorry ass tale; mechanical breakdown wouldn't fly he was so sure knowing mama is very assiduous when it comes to her material possession-they function at a full hundred percent. He could say he met with a young girl, lost track of time while fondling right? She loves to hear those kind of juicy tales but wouldn't that make him sound irresponsible? He was meant to be out for a quick prescription refill for her knee osteoarthritis pain and minutes turned into hours! Should he say he was ambushed, held at gun point?
 

"Arrrrrrrrrgh! I'm tired of rehearsing lines, she may not even be irked I was gone for twenty-four hours. It was just a day!" After all he's been the only constant one in her life, his younger and only brother had moved on to greener pastures four years before without as much as a backward glance-they weren't doing badly financially as a 3-throng family but the young lad just wanted at-the-twinkle-of-an-eye world fame at all cost. Idris' friends however consider him as odd. They understood his diligence as a dutiful son but for real what sort of 25-year old guy befriended his own mum; cracked risque jokes with and was unafraid of spilling all the naughty, dark secrets too?
 

He remembered at age 15 when he was becoming somewhat distant and locked-off from everyone, his mom had come into his room one random evening...
 

"I noticed you smell differently these days Id, all into yourself and cagey about where you've been," Mrs F said as a way of announcing her presence in his room, arms folded behind her back.

Idris turned around from the computer screen he had been glued to all day, conjuring the right retort. "Ermm...by different you mean what exactly mom?"
"Now don't take that innocent, unknowing look with me young man! I see your eyes all red and looking dilated almost every other day when you walk in through my door. I see the rolled up papers under your bed. I see th.."
 

"Oh c'mon mom!" he cut her off, "rolled up papers where? You mean you've been snooping around in my room?" Idris stood abruptly throwing his arms in thin air in unbelief. "I thought we agreed you'd respect my privacy and let me live like a man without you double checking my every move? Going through my stuff especially when I'm not there and peeing under my bb..bed?" he dragged.

"When you decide to act like a silly boy, I will break the rules and act as I deem fit!"
 

"But mom, it's not even like you set any standard rules about whether I can take up smoking or not. Nothing fazes you really about we do, you are practically uninvolved in our lives particularly in my life so I'm kinda shocked about this sudden confrontation".
 

Mrs F feeling deeply chagrined at her son's words said in response, "My point exactly. I haven't come to lord anything over you," she interjected her voice taking a sombre tone "but If you are going to take up any activity in this house, I must be aware and be a part of it".

"A part?" Idris looked completely nonplussed, his eyes darting from his mother's face to what seemed to appear out of nowhere in her small hands, "are those what I think they really are?" She took a step closer to him, opening her palms wider for him to see..."yes they are. I made the effort to get some off Kosmas after work. The janitor is quite resourceful and he assured me no one would ever know. We can learn all the tricks together. You and I, like best friends. Man to man, girl to girl. Trade all the gory, growing up tales," she continued with a slight smile in her eyes...


And so it started, on and on it went for a few more years. His mom would come to his room after her daily 9 to 5 with marijuana and pipe screen. If it wasn't hashish then it was mama giving him a couple of magazines with luscious girls on the covers. They would explore together, him listening sometimes with her giving tips. Some days they would talk about his girl crushes, laugh at his initial gropings in the dark during his first make out. They will sit in the park for hours watching girls as they walked by and pass one lewd comment or the other.


On one of those teaching occasions, his mom had told him men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed but women somehow deteriorate during the night so he had started to take pictures of the girls he laid before and the morning after. Mama and him would share via Facebook Messenger during the day and would have a private joke over. Life was on a roller coaster. School was in the forgotten corner. Nothing else seemed to matter except the drugs and the girls and the bond between a mama and his boy until the knees started to weaken...



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Dear Son,
We knew this day would come right? It's been one heck of a crazy year with the intense pains and your stay. Your mates are in college now, you should go too. Pick up a new interest. Maybe I've not been such a great mother, I let you slide on your studies for so long as I let the bitterness of your father's separation from us haunt us for so long. Maybe I shouldn't have encouraged all the things we did together but I do hope you will remember the sound lessons I taught you too. You know truly that a woman is the one who worries about the future until she gets a husband and a man never worries about the future until he gets a wife but I want you to begin to worry even without a wife now. I see you've become so complacent about life and it shouldn't be so. Your brother is doing extremely well for himself so I hear...There is so much good to do in the world, there are so many ways to be useful to the world. Please find a need, find a purpose and fulfill that need. Let me take a bow out this way. I really didn't need the pills because I already made up my mind to leave. Forgive my cowardice, and for ever leaving you this way without a proper goodbye.

All the rehearsed lines flew out the window, no one would be needing to hear them now. At a loss for words and things to think, Idris sat by her bed and shed his first tear in his 25 years. He never even cried when his father left all three for a younger, sexier model thirteen years ago. Idris wailed. 





Writer's note - At the time of writing this story, I honestly didn't know where it would end. I only had a post title which was inspired by another writer friend {thanks Oma for letting me build a story around this ;-) }. When I started to write, I racked my brain for all the naughty scenari that could be applicable to a young man and I settled for this flow. A lot of issues were raised in this piece, however little I touched on them. The lingering question is how should we train our children/ward? What sort of role as parents do we want to play in their lives. Do we want to be disciplinarians? Authoritarians? I'm not going to be judging if this was the best way or not remember, it's all fiction.
One thing I do remember about my growing up though, as much as a lot of rules were also not spelt not by my parents it was just common sense to know that some things were a NO-NO. In this part of the world, children are smart enough to understand sign languages or maybe I should say "were" as everything seems to be changing now. 

What is the best way to train a child? 

I read a couple of articles which built up my knowledge base for this piece and one particular piece that stood out for me is this article on parenting styles. You can read up some more by clicking on that highlighted link.

Many thanks to Google as always for the image. Please don't leave this page without dropping a comment :-)  
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26 comments:

  1. That was an interesting read!

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  2. Interesting read... You should let our minds wonder next time where the story will lead, and maybe the morals of it. That's how i'd engage my audience with a story like this. Again...it's an interesting read.

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    1. Thanks anon. Great great observation/critique (y) I shall endeavor to leave in that element of suspense and plot twist in the next story.

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  3. Great story Mademoiselle Honilols. Trust writers to create a book out of one inspired word. A creative mind is a gift to mankind!

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    1. ...and you boss are such a great teacher. Thanks for igniting my imagination.

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  4. wow wow wow! Applauds you. Interesting read.

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    1. I'm taking a bow right now :-)
      Thank you.

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  5. An interesting read. Like the twist. Who would have thought it was mother and son. I like the reveal too.Conflict and resolution was good. However, you should try to avoid the "moral teaching" angle, which is prevalent in our stories. It is a work of fiction, and its essence is to entertain. Let us decide if we want to learn or not.Why do we watch films, read fiction etc? To worry. Worry about our lead character-what will happen to him/her, how they will overcome what obstacles etc.
    As always, I read this piece with a view that its an excerpt, that there's more.
    Well done, good job

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    1. Thanks boss. I'm glad you approve and point taken, I'll be subtle on the morale angle but I must also say the objective for every post is to pass a message either morally or anything that has to do with our physical wellness.

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    2. *Making these points for when we have to start publishing ni* And making money off it. *winks*

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  6. .. And that ladies and gentlemen is how Lola slayed another piece.. how she made a Tale of gold from nothing but an idea of Rocks.. This ladyy is just a Boss like that aswear :) I mean its strange how you write all these from just a Topic.. i mean a neFer hexSpeRrIt... You know this post had me inbetween moods.. For a bit i was like Ooookkkkaaaayy.. and then I was like whoa!! an at other times i was all mushy mushy and close to Tears.. but all in all Bubba this was frosh like that..

    In my 23 years 5 months and 1 day Young and utterly confused eyes Lola, Parenting is tough work.. Take it or leave it.. I mean having a life that you are totally responsible for making or marring is a big deal.. Now i would like to kindly iterate that this right her bubba, this fiction above is someones reality.. and although it sounds sad.. It isnt really.. Aight E je ka soro...

    Call me confused yeah Bubba, but in my head we all go through phases in life.. I for one went from.. the Pre-sex stage.. to the pornography stage, to the Alcohol stage.. to the Drugs and cigarettes stage and to the Sex stage that i currently am touring in.. but through all these phases i have learnt that i subconsciously outgrew most of them... Maybe Lola, just maybe this child would have outgrown them if the mother had stayed, i mean he is but 25.. or maybe he would have become an Addict,.. No one knows. Either ways i sha believe that there are 2 ways to train a child.. With a Fist or with a smile.. But what i do know for sure is that most times than not.. Training a child with a smile, and letting him indulge in the unholy vices will teach him that in reality yeah, there is nothing to it... and that Bubba could be his turning point.. Call me confused gang, but this right here is my line of thoughts.. and the crowd goes Ooossshheeey Turn uP! **Wears Mr. Nigeria smile...

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    1. You know something that amazes me about you Duru, you are so free-spirited. Witty and yet brilliant. At first glance one would probably pass you off as unserious but trust me you carry a weighty wisdom. Thanks for always being open and sincere, your latter years are definitely gonna be better.

      You are an inspiration and I am uber proud to be your friend...Sorry egbon *tongue out*

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    2. Duru, you are very imaginative, and I think I have a line of fiction you can explore on. You hve the playful expressions of one of my favorite writers. You should look into it, if you're not. Who knows what you might churn up. Just saying.

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    3. Wow! Chineke!!! **wraps head with yellow Rubber band from wrist... My head e haf want to burst oh! Aswear gang! A neFer hexspeRRed it! Your words haf me smiling like a fish.. Biko #ItcanonlybeGOD oh as i am just a playful Young and Confused 23 years 5 months and 3 days old man.. nothing more..

      @Lola... You rock Bubba.. Aswear you Really do.. Thanks for being open too.. I love you like Kilode :* @Tope Thank you sooooo much.. I mean i am short of words.. Hopefully yeah, we keep Dancing like no one is watching.. And the crowd goess.. Oooossshhheeey Turn uP! iBlush like Fish :)

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  7. casual observer15 May 2015 at 17:48

    Very interesting piece. Interesting relationship dynamic between mother and son. Makes me wonder. There are so many paths this story can take and readers can take it in whatever direction they choose.

    What I can pick from this is Love is Love. There are expectations as to what love in a particular relationship should be, feel, or look like. We all have to choose how we want to show and experience it. The mother chose this way. Others will make their choice.

    Good Job ma'am. Your stories are nice distraction.

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    1. *Two stepping* *Yaaaaaaaaay* My stories are a nice distraction? My monaja must hear this o! Thanks casual observer for those words, great motivation I tell you.

      So what will your own way be? You care to share?

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  8. Okey,this piece, like your many others, is a product of great imagination. I don't think story tellers ever know how their stories would end. I think their own suspense helps mold the story and gets transmitted to the readers. That was a unique angle to address, i mean issues like that hardly make it to scripts. Well done. I agree with a comment above, the writer suggests that you refrain from pointing out the message of your piece. my reason is this...you see our minds work as differently as our experiences occur. Telling readers what your point is sort of restricts the many meanings that your readers' minds may generate from your writings. so throw the lines and let your readers tell you what they think or understand or feel....who knows, you might learn a great deal. be curious about what we think, no spoon feeding.

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    1. ...and Nenchin resurfaces in all his wisdom. Thanks boss, all points duly noted. Don't take too long before you visit again ;-)

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  9. Interesting read..you have a crazy imagination oyin and I like that.. No critique just an applause!

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    1. *doing a double backflip* Thanks ma'am. The crazier, the sweeter ;-)

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  10. I won't do a critique of it cuz I'm still shocked. I wonder why I don't come here more often as I ought to. This is crazy, I never saw it coming, eku use ma. Parenting is scary but I had a balanced childhood-a loving father who spoilt us silly and a disciplinarian mother who beats us silly and I think it works best to have parents like that but what happens when it is just one parent? When my mom left, I had the mind to make my dad proud so I was involved in less vice.....*winks* Different folks, different strokes.
    Enough of me, this story gat me!

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  11. Kindly send me mails for new posts abeg

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