How do you break tragic news to a
person or persons you have so much love, respect and admiration for? That is
when wisdom comes in. Lemme let you in on a secret …. Hush hush (lowkey tins,
don’t let your mama know)!
When you want to break a bad news… terrible
news… wanna come out of the closet… wanna let it all out, no matter what it is,
the key is to tell a worse news however bad the information is. You want the
other party to be understanding, tell them a worse story that is a lie. For
example, you get pregnant and you don’t know how to tell your parents without
them killing you, tell them something worse like you have contacted the HIV
virus and when you see their face descriptive of an upcoming heart attack, just
break the ice by saying “... oh, am just kidding I don’t have HIV, I just
wanted to see your reaction if I actually did, I just got pregnant and I am so
sorry I got knocked up before marriage. Please forgive me…” You’ll notice them
breathe out a sign of relief, but not to worry, no matter what the outcome
might be it won’t be as severe as what would have happened if you had just come
out with the dirt rag.
When it was time for me to tell
my parents the news of the “KICK”, I couldn’t just walk straight to my parents
and tell them what happened. No!
No!! No!!!… There are ways to do
things. I told my siblings first of the news and they laughed saying;” at least
you have gotten what you always wanted”. I and my sis went to meet my dad for a
meeting concerning me which she called. My brother was the backup plan if
things got out of hand. My sister started the meeting with “… erm, daddy what
will happen if Ihuoma got expelled?!” The intro wasn’t what I expected… I was
stunned, lost of words my total face description had the inscription WTF
written all over. The most amazing thing was that for the whole time (I don’t
know how many seconds or minutes passed but it was a long damn time, the
longest I had ever noticed of my Dad
finding words) my Dad was silent. He was obviously more lost than I was.
When he finally found words, he
said; “What do you mean by Ihuoma being expelled?!” Then he gave me “The Look”
(the look that can raise the dead and eventually bring about the end of the
world) . I was quickly rescued when my sister still stressed on the question
and asked what if it happened?! With his gaze still on me, he replied, “then,
we will find a solution to the problem”. All this time, my eyes were on the
ground looking for what I did not lose, but occasionally looking from my sis to
my Father but most of the time my sister.
Now my Father wasn’t having any
more of this mind games, as he sat up and forward, I sat back facing the
ceiling (in order to avoid any unexpected bruise). At this time, my Mum had
come in and sat down trying to understand the tension between us all. Now, my
father’s tone had changed, he demanded knowledge of what was really going on.
My sister said; “Ihuoma has been screened out from studying law and pushed to
Political science to continue her educational career. At least it’s better than
being expelled abi?!
Now I was regretting why I didn’t
just come on my own to tell my parents than have my sister tell the situation
because I don’t know which was worse, the intro or the outro…
The disappointment flooded my
parents faces like a tsunami, I felt like I had betrayed them in the worst
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