“I know all about what’s going on here and I know what you did to my daughter.”“Me? Look lady, who are you?”
“I’m Oyin's mother. Where is my daughter?” she screamed.
“You’re Oyin’s mum? Really?"
She could tell he was having trouble tying the slightly certifiable woman in front of him to the girl he knew. While he was at it, she pushed past him into the room he’d just come out of but it was empty. She came out and started opening doors calling out her daughter’s name.
The boy darted after her. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'll call the police."
She ignored him and was about to open the third door when someone else opened it at the same time. She stumbled in. There were four girls in the room. Two of them were on the bed. Chrissie had no idea who they were. Katy was holding the doorknob and Oyin was near the vanity table wearing a robe. They all stared at her in astonishment.
Oyin turned round and gasped when she saw her “Mum!”
“It’s ok, Oyin. Mummy’s here. I’ll protect you.”
“Protect me from what?”
“I know everything sweetie. I know about your boyfriend and I know about the baby.”
“Boyfriend? Baby? What on earth are you talking about mum?”
“I know he’s your boyfriend.”
“Who?”
“Him, him.” She waved wildly at the boy. “I saw you with him at the mall.”
“You were at the mall! That’s Katy’s cousin Mum. He picked us up cos Katy’s mum couldn’t make it.”
“So he’s not the baby’s father?”
“Mum, you're really scaring me.?”
Chrissie was amazed her daughter continued to maintain the deception. She had been following her around town all day. She was agitated, disoriented and had had enough. She took determined strides towards her daughter and before she could do anything, Oyin found herself swiftly disrobed.
By her estimate her daughter ought to be about six weeks pregnant but her belly was as flat as a pancake. “I don't understand The oversized sweaters and shirts you’ve been wearing, the teenage pregnancy leaflet under your pillow, and you’ve been evasive and defensive for weeks. You must be pregnant.” Then she raised her eyes away from her daughter’s mid-section for a second. There was a wide white band wrapped tightly around her daughter’s chest. “Okay, what exactly is going on here?”
Oyin glared at her mother. “I’m not pregnant mum and I don’t have a boyfriend. We got the leaflet in school during sex ed. My breasts have been growing bigger for months and I hate them because I don’t want to wear a bra. That’s why I’ve been wearing oversized sweaters and shirts!”
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed.
Oyin glared at her mother. “I’m not pregnant mum and I don’t have a boyfriend. We got the leaflet in school during sex ed. My breasts have been growing bigger for months and I hate them because I don’t want to wear a bra. That’s why I’ve been wearing oversized sweaters and shirts!”
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed.
