MY BROTHER OR MY ENEMY?
I remember when Chris-my older brother by a year and a half- got a scholarship to study at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, we were all happy. Mother rolled on the floor for two minutes as She praised God. Father, a much more reserved man smiled and said nothing, I did not know what to do, so I just stared at Chris in admiration and in a brand new light. My brother was going to America to study Robotic Engineering, and I was proud of him.
I remember Mother spontaneously announcing it to us like we did not know whenever we had meals, or When we were watching TV. We did not even dare telling our neighbours and other family Members, they would be jealous and do something evil to my brother.
I remember the day he left us, that morning Mother cried even more than the way she cried when Granpapa died three years ago, Father was talking to Chris all the time and even when we on our way to the airport. I remember wanting to talk to him as well, to ask him when next we would play video games Together, when next we would go down the street to get suya meat, what I should do to the next boy that would ask me out. I wanted to tell him I would miss him. I remember when he left us at last, Mother crying, Father smiling sadly, me staring at my brothers Retreating form like a heartless mannequin, I was so pained and hurt that my face was totally blank and Void of emotions. His last gift to me was Timothy Findley's Stones, now I think my brother had planned everything that happened after then.
My brother came home after eight years, we had not heard from him in three. He was different. He had a large,beard,darker eyes and unsmiling lips, he had big, hefty muscles and a fit body, he had an earring in His left ear and his teeth were no longer sparkling. Alcohol had discoloured his teeth. We all knew Something was wrong, but no one dared discuss it, either with or without him, he did not follow us to...
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