Confessions of a Fat Girl 54: Daddy’s Girls

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January 28th, 2010

After I had talked all about my experience with our father, and how sincere and genuine I felt he had been, I looked at my sisters’ facial expressions, and I was instantly deflated. Neither of them seemed impressed.

“Ihu girl, I know that you must have been overly emotional seeing the man in a frail and weakened state.” Ogonna eventually said. “We remember him as a strong and energetic man, so it must have been difficult seeing him in any other way,” then looking squarely at me. “But that doesn’t override the fact that all he told you is a whole load of nonsence!”

Akwaugo scoffed. “Saying it was tough love. Which kin yeye tough love! I guess reducing us to emotional and nervous wrecks was tough love abi? I guess making us feel less of ourselves, and giving us the worst inferiority complex was tough love too!”

“He didn’t know any other way to get his point across. He was scared of losing us too…”

“Please, I’ve heard enough of all this crock!” Akwaugo snapped. “That’s why I didn’t reply that email of yours! He’s talking like we were casual bystanders, and not the actual victims. You seem to have conveniently forgotten how we all used to sit and cry, after every encounter with him! How he delighted in our misery and pain! Okay, he got his wish! We didn’t become obese, and we didn’t die. But guess what! He completely messed us up emotionally, making it impossible to have meaningful relationships…” she stopped for a second “Well, at least, Ogonna and I. Here I am, divorced, and she has never even married at all. And guess who is to blame for that?!”

I knew it wouldn’t help the conversation to remind Akwaugo that her divorce was as a result of her husband’s roaming eye, and Ogonna…well, God knows what her reason is.

“Okay, okay! He did us wrong us. I accept!” I conceded “But…isn’t it time we shut the door on all this animosity and bad blood?! Isn’t it time to let bygones be bygones?! If the man dies tomorrow…”

“Then he dies, Ihunna!” Ogonna snapped. “I haven’t had a father in over 20 years, so it wouldn’t make a difference to me now!”

“So, wait oh!” Akwaugo chipped in. “Is that the reason you traveled all the way? Because guurrl, you wasted your money oh!”

Sitting in that uptown apartment, I realized that truly, it would be easier to pass a camel through a needle’s eye than to convince these hardened women called my sisters, of our father’s sincerity.

Well…at least I tried.

“And is that why you’ve put on weight?!” Akwaugo asked. “This isn’t how you looked the last time we Skyped.”

“Yeah, but Ogonna put on weight because of it as well!” I said, eager to drag someone else into my hole of shame. I had actually thought all three of us would have been rolling in comfort-food fat, but my sisters, Akwaugo especially, still look as good as ever.

“A little more flesh in the yansh area, but nothing to worry about.” Akwaugo said, scrutinizing our sister. “Besides, I’m sure Chiemela won’t mind!” and then she burst into hysterical laughter.

My mouth was agape when I realized that my older sister was actually blushing. If she was Caucasian, she would have been the colour of a beetroot.

“Who is Chiemela?” I asked.

“How many Chiemelas do you know?” Akwaugo asked, still laughing.

Ehn! It couldn’t be!

When growing up in Uncle Osita’s house, in the UNN Nnsuka campus, we had a neighbor called Chiemela. He was much older than us, but the nerdiest boy…and later young man…I had ever seen in my life. He had no interest in anything that wasn’t academic. I could vividly remember him walking around in glasses with lenses as thick as Coke bottles, dead hand-me-down clothes from his father’s pre-Biafra wardrobe, hair knotted from not being combed often enough, and shoes so dusty and worn, you could almost see his toes. Whether to a greeting oh, or the constant teasing oh, or any form of communication oh, the best you could get from him was a grunt, as he walked, almost bent over, his arms laden with books.

“It can’t be the same Chiemela I remember.” I said, shaking my head.

“Believe oh! It’s one and the same!” Akwaugo shrieked.

I had to tame my rising irritation over the fact that Akwaugo had found a way to keep herself entertained, despite the serious matter we were discussing.

Turning to look at Ogonna, she shrugged. “We found each other on Facebook, and started chatting…”

Realising this was a serious topic, I also found myself forgetting about our daddy’s case momentarily. I had never seen Ogonna like this…not even with her old boyfriend.

Apparently, Chiemela is an investment banker here in New York, and nothing like what I remember. I sat there, and watched as Akwaugo teased Ogonna relentlessly, and harassed her into agreeing to set up a dinner date for us 3 and, of course, Chiemela.

Well, if that’s the only good thing that comes out of this trip, before I leave on Monday…so be it, I guess.

 

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Catch up on Ihunna’s story here:

  1. Confessions of a Fat Girl 1: Grubbido
  2. Confessions of a Fat Girl 2: Fragile
  3. Confessions of a Fat Girl 3: Defiant
  4. Confessions of a Fat Girl 4: Progress
  5. Confessions of a Fat Girl 5: The Gym
  6. Confessions of a Fat Girl 6: Killjoy
  7. Confessions of a Fat Girl 7: Pain
  8. Confessions of a Fat Girl 8: Frenemies
  9. Confessions of a Fat Girl 9: Exhilarated
  10. Confessions of a Fat Girl 10: Popcorn
  11. Confessions of a Fat Girl 11: Free-fall
  12. Confessions of a Fat Girl 12: Sunday Morning
  13. Confessions of a Fat Girl 13: Mission Reactivated
  14. Confessions of a Fat Girl 14: New Things
  15. Confessions of a Fat Girl 15: Bad Business
  16. Confessions of a Fat Girl 16: Luxury Items
  17. Confessions of a Fat Girl 17: The Solution
  18. Confessions of a Fat Girl 18: Magic Formula
  19. Confessions of a Fat Girl 19: Date Night
  20. Confessions of a Fat Girl 20: Quinoa
  21. Confessions of a Fat Girl 21: Perfect Fit
  22. Confessions of a Fat Girl 22: Keeping In Touch
  23. Confessions of a Fat Girl 23: Delete
  24. Confessions of a Fat Girl 24: Philosophical
  25. Confessions of a Fat Girl 25: Keep it Moving
  26. Confessions of a Fat Girl 26: My Co-Wife
  27. Confessions of a Fat Girl 27: Old Jeans & Old Friends
  28. Confessions of a Fat Girl 28: Prawn Stir Fry
  29. Confessions of a Fat Girl 29: Facebook Tagging
  30. Confessions of a Fat Girl 30: Detox Part 2
  31. Confessions of a Fat Girl 31: Abs & Crunches
  32. Confessions of a Fat Girl 32: Making Notes
  33. Confessions of a Fat Girl 33: Christmas Party
  34. Confessions of a Fat Girl 34: Ashiedu
  35. Confessions of a Fat Girl 35: Willpower
  36. Confessions of a Fat Girl 36: Packing…and TV
  37. Confessions of a Fat Girl 37: Last Minute
  38. Confessions of a Fat Girl 38: Body Image
  39. Confessions of a Fat Girl 39: Christmas Trip
  40. Confessions of a Fat Girl 40: Christmas in the Village
  41. Confessions of a Fat Girl 41: Daddy’s Girl
  42. Confessions of a Fat Girl 42: 2010
  43. Confessions of a Fat Girl 43: Uzoamaka
  44. Confessions of a Fat Girl 44: Sugar Binge
  45. Confessions of a Fat Girl 45: The E-mail
  46. Confessions of a Fat Girl 46: She whose name must not be repeated
  47. Confessions of a Fat Girl 47: Smokescreen
  48. Confessions of a Fat Girl 48: Running away
  49. Confessions of a Fat Girl 49: Fry-Up
  50. Confessions of a Fat Girl 50: The Only Solution
  51. Confessions of a Fat Girl 51: The Intervention
  52. Confessions of a Fat Girl 52: Tri-State Sisters
  53. Confessions of a Fat Girl 53: Manhattan

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