Edosewele's script

Life had become a Teacher who made forceful requests of a “ fill in the blank space” assignment ,and she was expected to submit hers, because, time was up, But it didn’t mean anything that she was not done yet, because no matter how many times she told the teacher that she needed to finish, that she needed to just write a word, she was met with deaf ears. 

A spot, left open and waiting, needing to be occupied, the spot now too rusty, too old-fashioned, to be occupied, so it needed to be discarded. It had to be kept aside for supposed growth. 

Another shiny new spot had appeared for him to sit on, new, young, exciting and approved  

“More soap, It needs more soap”. Alanna poured more soap, the viscous liquid crawling slowly on the smooth brown chair. She scrubbed and she scrubbed. “Its going to be perfect, you’re going to be perfect, just perfect.” 

After she finished rinsing of the soap, she took the perfumed cloth she had ironed a day before and began to mop the liquid off the smooth mahogany, smothering it till the cloth appeared to be coming apart from friction, she was almost finished with the last part of the chair, when she smelled his cologne, she turned her head to look at him, her face beaming with smiles. Baba did not fix his gaze on her; he looked at the chair shortly and started walking towards Bo’s room. “Baba, I’ve cleaned the chair, it’s perfect for you to sit, I have made it so that it is smooth to touch and adorned it with the sweetest smell,” Alanna said. Baba continued walking. Alanna called out, raising her voice, “Baba, look, see the chair, see it. I have made it perfect for you to sit, Baba, look”. 

Baba turned his head sideways to look at her and not the chair, and said. “Alanna what is this sight you have presented, yourself to be seen ,disheveled and unpleasant. Certainly Not acceptable”. Then he walked out of the room. 

The friction injured cloth in Alanna’s hand fell to the floor. Alanna crumbled beside it, picking it up and smoothening the frays. As her tears and sweat fell to the cloth, Alanna sighed and lay quietly and slowly beside the chair. Heart throbbing with an exhausted despair.