Diary Of A Polygamster

SIDIKATU

Sidikatu -nicknamed sembe by the rest of the family was Daddy’s favorite - HIS third and last wife. (Sembe means an unusual animal like creature).
Sidi was a short, thick, black, Ijebu woman.
Sidi would never be one third as fine as ‘Mother’ and ‘Mama K’-my step mum- even in the next life! (If there is one)
Sidi shook the house.
We kids were quite young, our mothers had too much on their plate and daddy was jazzed. 
Hence, she was ‘mean’ to us kids, unforgiving our mothers and loving her husband (?)
For years, Sidi was the architect of many issues in our family (troubles)  even though she had no ‘issue’ (child) of her own.  God’s own punishment to the wicked, huh?

We complained and fought back.

We hid and showed up again.                                          

We hoped and we prayed.

 One day God answered our prayers… 

The Big Fight

On Christmas day of one December, Sidikatu threw a tantrum and slapped Mama K.  Before Mama K could lay her experienced hands on her, extended family members separated them. 
Sidi was reproached.  Mama K appealed to. 
Sidi delighted.
Mama K was pained, Sidi had scores to settle.

In January,  Sidi threw another tantrum.  She seriously wanted a part II of the December fight. She was so confident she would win, but little did she know…
She had lied on Mama K.  She went furthermore to abusing her to her face and then began to curse; bending over and slapping the ground repeatedly as she cursed.
“This is it’’ Mama K thought. ‘’This is it’’. 
All of a sudden Mama K pulled Sidi close to herself and repeatedly hit her hard on her face with both palms, and with her nails running down Sidi’s face.   Sketching?
She then put her arms around Sidi’s neck. With Sidi’s head under her armpit, Mama K curled her bonny hands into a fist and began to beat her like a village drum.  

She beat with all her strength.  She was in a rage, she was furious.  This is revenge and she’s got to have it.
Sidi bit (with her teeth).  Mama K beat (with her fist)
Sidi was helpless. Mama K was crazy!
Mother screamed, Neighbors watched, Daddy separated,

"No!" She thought. Sidikatu couldn’t believe herself, she must win this fight!
She caught loose, (Off Daddy’s grip) and blindly rushed into Mama K’s waiting skillful arms.
Mama K effortlessly bent her over.  She grabbed her small, round, evil head and began to hit it on the ground continuously like she was going to crack a hard nut.
Now mother is crying, daddy is confused, neighbors reluctantly separated,
Gbagaun,
The fight was over, Sidi had lost.  Yay!!!

The pain Sidikatu experienced the days after, I can’t put in words.  T’was excruciating.
Then she disappeared for months.  She thought someone would look for her but no, her jazz had expired.
Eventually, she came back for her things. She couldn’t bear the shame. She had lost many battles.


The war was over.

Sidi lost.

Sidi Abunu.