"Throw all mangoes away", Nne screamed. Nne is our mother. Nne is mother in Igbo. Our mother is Yoruba but she prefers to be called mother in Igbo. "It reminds me of my first love", she always says. "He was an Igbo man". And then I wonder how she expects father to feel knowing she's in love with a dead man. Yes, mum's first love died a long time ago; when she was 26.
"Throw
every mango in this house away. I don't want to perceive it" Nne screamed
and shouted this time.
Me: Nne I want to eat these mangoes.
Tunde too.
Nne: Mo ma
gba e le ti o. No mangoes in this house, I said!
Me: For how long are we going to be
on Mango strike?
Nne:
Forever.
At night,
daddy comes home with a polythene bag of mangoes. 10 mangoes. Everyone is
shocked. He takes a knife and slices each mango, all by himself. Nne is
sleeping in her bedroom.
Dad: Tonight, we feast on mangoes.
Anyone who does not partake of this communion will get no favours from me.
Me: What of mum?
Dad: It doesn't matter how she feels
about mangoes. Let's eat.
Lara is
my elder sister. She's the first child. She's 23. Just finished serving our
father's land after completing a B.A. program in Obafemi Awolowo
University. She has never had a boyfriend. Mum always said "Lara will not get
married until she's at least 27". Nobody knew why. Not even Lara. And
when Lara asked why, Nne always replied with "You don't need
mangoes just yet". That night, everyone ate mangoes except
Lara. She was disgusted.
Lara: I'm going to wake Nne up.
Everyone
silently screamed
"No".
Lara: You know how she feels about
mangoes.
Me: But nobody understands why. And
she won't say. For how long are we going to stay without eating mangoes? Maybe you
should convince her to tell us the mango-story.
Lara: Maybe daddy knows.
Everyone
turns to stare at dad for a breakthrough answer like dogs waiting to play
fetch.
Dad: I can't. She should tell the
story herself. I prefer not to think about it.
Lara: Please dad. This mango story is
eating me up.
After 2
minutes of silence...
Dad: Your mother initially wanted to
get married to an Igbo man. Her parents said "Never". They didn't
want an Igbo man in the family. She swore never to marry another man if it
wasn't Ugo.
Tunde: Is this
Igbo man her first love she keeps talking about?
I and
Lara angrily shouted "Of course" simultaneously.
Lara: No more silly questions Tunde.
Use your common sense.
Dad: And then one day, Ugo fell sick
and died.
Tunde: Who
killed him?
Lara: He was sick, Tunde!
Tunde: But was
it a spiritual attack?
Lara: Shut up! What you mean
spiritual attack? You thinking grandparents killed him?
Tunde: How old
was he when he died dad?
Dad: 29
Tunde: What
kind of sickness was it?
Dad: Nobody really knows. There were
no specifics. The last thing he complained about was a stomach upset.
Tunde: How
come you know this much about Ugo? Mum told you?
Dad: No. Her sister did.
Tunde: Auntie
Fola?
Lara: Another stupid question. She
has just one sister, Tunde!
Tunde: When
did her sister tell you this?
Dad: Few weeks before our wedding
Tunde: You
mean mum never opened about this to you?
Lara: Apparently she didn't, Tunde.
Dad: She only spoke once about it.
And the only thing she said was "I once had a boyfriend whom I loved
dearly. He was Igbo."
Tunde: How did
you meet mum?
Dad: Through our parents
Lara: It was an arranged marriage?
Tunde:
Apparently, Lara. It was arranged.
Lara: Shut up now!
Lara
hates clap-backs. But she sure knows how to dish it out to others.
Dad: It wasn't exactly arranged.
Well, if it was arranged, we certainly didn't know about it. Our parents only
introduced us to each other and we seemed to like each other.
Tunde: I still
don't get. What has this got to do with mangoes?
Dad: On one of the special days my
parents went visiting your mum's parents, they took along with them
a sack of mangoes, along with some other food items. Your mum was angry and
infuriated. She asked me why my parents came with so much mangoes. I told her
it was because they chose to. Plus, they had so much of it back in their home
town.
There was
silence for two minutes. Dead silence.
Tunde: That
still does not explain her hatred for mangoes. Did she hate you back then?
Me: Doesn't make any sense.
Dad: The day Ugo died, your mum was
with him. They were in Ugo's house. Your auntie Fola said that day was a happy
day for your mum. Your mum was going to visit Ugo. Her mum gave her a bowl and
said, "Give this to your husband". She was surprised and happy. She
thought her parents had finally accepted Ugo.
Lara: Mum went to visit Ugo in his house and she won't let me have male friends come over?😢
Tunde: I
actually thought you've been enjoying your no-boyfriend life.
Lara: You really need to shut up
Tunde.
Lara's
eyes are wet. I can't remember the last time I saw her cry. This must
really hurt her. She's probably thinking about those cute guys she could have
dated and maybe kissed. She's so obedient. Annoyingly obedient. She listens to
everything, well, nearly everything our parents say. I feel like laughing out
loud right now. But I don't want any of Lara's clap-backs. I'll laugh in my
belly.
Dad: Ugo wasn't living alone Lara.
He lived with his parents.
Lara: Most of my male friends live
with their parents too, yet, I can't visit them. This is totally unfair.
Tunde: Go on
dad. Please.
Dad: The last thing Ugo ate before
he died were mangoes. And that was what your mum's mother had sliced and packed
up inside the bowl she sent to Ugo.
Another
silence. This time, 2½ minutes.
Tunde: So mum
thinks grandma killed Ugo?
Lara: I see why we never really visit her parents.
Lara: I see why we never really visit her parents.
Dad: Not only does your mum think
grandma killed Ugo, Ugo's family thinks your mum killed Ugo.
Another
silence. 3 minutes this time.
Tunde: It's a
terrible thing she had to go through.
Lara: But did grandma really kill
him? I mean, was it the mango that killed him?
Dad: At this point, I say no more.
Clear up this place. Leave no traces of Mangoes.
Dad
stands up and goes into his room. Three of us stare at each other, alarmed.
Things will never be the same. I wish I didn't listen to this mango-story.
Tunde: Isn't
it funny that dad came home this night with mangoes too? And sliced
them just as grandma had sliced them for Ugo?
Lara: You're becoming a psycho! Now
you think your own father will poison you!
Tunde: You can
never have mangoes Lara. Until you're at least 27.
Lara: Tunde? Can't you see this isn't
funny?
Tunde: If you
have mangoes, Nne will know. She will perceive it. Tell every MAN to GO.
Me: Mum needs to talk about this
and let it go.
Lara: She needs to. It's too heavy a
burden for her to bear alone. She won't even talk to her husband about it. Sad.
Tunde: Why did
dad still marry Nne if he knew she was that traumatized and in love with a dead
man?
Lara: Don't make it sound that way.
Never say "in love with a dead man" again. It's creepy.
Tunde: But
it's true. You see the problem? Everyone is hiding from the truth.
Me: Maybe dad had faith in
her. He possibly believed Nne would get over Ugo.
Tunde: Well,
here they are. She's still in love with a dead man.
Lara: You really need to stop saying
that.
Tunde: It's
the truth Lara.
Lara: You can't be so sure.
Tunde: Why
does she make us call her Nne instead of mum, or even mama? Why? She's in love
with a dead man.
Tunde
shouted. He is angry.
Tunde: She's
paying homage to a dead man who is not her husband. And dad has to live that.
How many men will tolerate such from their wives? Dad is still married to her
because he loves her. I see it in his eyes when he looks at her. But she never
sees it. She prefers to lose the love of a man who is alive and gain that of a
dead man. How pleasant!
Lara: Calm down now. You're getting
all tensed up.
Tunde: I'm
angry. I'm angry that our parents cannot have a normally relationship. And it's
not even dad's fault. Why did Nne marry him if she was still very much into the
dead man?
Lara
cannot say anything this time. Tunde has always been a daddy's boy. He loves Nne too, of course. But Nne is often gloomy. Her sadness is eating deep into everyone.
Tunde: How can
Nne be unhappy for so long? She's rubbing it on all of us. I can hardly have a
normal conversation with her or even make her laugh. I may sound selfish and
one-sided right now, but I feel sorry for dad. He has to live an unhappy life
because his wife won't burry the hatchet.
Lara: But part of her sorrows is
that everyone suspects the mangoes poisoned him. You should understand
that.
Tunde: What if
it wasn't the mangoes?
Lara: We don't know yet. Daddy did
not say.
Tunde: Tomorrow,
I'll ask Nne to talk about this mango-story. And she has to. I'm tired of
living in family shadows.
Now I
wish I didn't listen to this mango-story. I feel sick. Like I've been poisoned.
My mind has been poisoned. My thought-process has been corrupted by this
mango-virus. I can never think of grandma as I always
have. I'm never eating anything a girl gives to me. Even if it isn't
mango. I'm not even sure I want to ever eat mangoes again.
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