Daddy went upstairs to his room immediately he entered the house. He did not take note of the palpable guilt that sat on Mummy's eyes. She grabbed Osaro by the arm and up she went with him into her room.
I shrugged and returned to the sofa.
When my mother returned minutes later, I was shocked to see that she had worn a new countenance. She was smiling as if nothing had happened. Daddy stepped out of his room and descended the stairs.
Is my food ready? he asked casually.
Yes, my mummy replied. I was going to say something but stopped when she eyed me. I'll get you your food, she said and made for the kitchen.
Daddy was still munching his fried rice and throwing glances intermittently on the football game on T.V. I hated football with passion but something held me still on the sofa. I ws studying and regarding my mother closely.
To say I was shocked at her hypocrytical mannerism could be an understatement.
She sat beside my father at the dinning table and covered her face with an old fashioned magazine. I thought about Osaro, perhaps my mummy had asked him to rest upstairs. But I wondered; what could be wrong with him? Why did she try to force him to vomit the food he had eaten?