I bit my girlfriend's son's ear again 3 weeks after he arrived for his 4-week holiday. This boy had no respect. As soon as Koi would arrive from work, he'd lay on her lap: telling her about his day & shit. I didn't like it. I had a day too. You don't see me telling anyone.
He was everywhere. Sometimes, Koi would be in the kitchen preparing something, & she'd call, "baby, come over, come taste something", & this fool would compete with me, racing to the kitchen. Can you imagine? everybody knows the man of the house is 'baby'. The child is 'son'
Koi also wanted me to go everywhere with him. So that he could learn from his fellow men. Then we had to compete on who's driving & shit. If I said no, he'd go crying to Koi, & she'd ask me to be the bigger person coz, apparently, "he's just a kid". Yeah, kids don't drive, Koi!
On the 3rd week, I have had enough of the boy's intrusion. I tell Koi, "baby, I know a guy offering tuition classes. Kevin could prepare for his final exams with him." She turns to me with tears of joy, "you have such a good heart, T." I say, "It's what any parent would do".
Next day, Koi goes to work. I take the boy to my former maths high school teacher, Mr. Achapa. I find him caning some students in his remedial class. I congratulate him for the commitment, & leave Kevin in his hands. I tell Mr. Achapa "to do EVERYTHING within his power".
In the evening, I go pick up Kevin. He gets home, tells Koi he's not going back. That Mr. Achapa is a brute. I insist he must go. I say, "No son of mine is staying in my house without an education". Age mate or not. Koi persuades him. He promises to go back.
All was going well until Friday. It had been a tense week coz Kevin's rage had doubled. I pick him up, we head home. We get home & Koi has cooked lunch but she's not around. She'd placed them in 2 dishes. On the dish with the chicken thighs, she'd written, "baby, this is for you"
That's what started the problem. As soon as Kevin read that, he lunged for the dish. The audacity!! It was obviously my dish. 1st, in African culture, the man picks a dish then the children. Secondly, There was "baby" in the instructions. So I kicked him...
He kicked back. And before long, we were embroiled in one of the fiercest fights of my life. I was no match for him. He had me by the chokehold, asking me, "who is baby?" I screamed for help, neighbors came, Koi was called. She asked me to leave the next day. We went to bed.
Early next morning, as I was packing my bags, Koi asked me to understand. I didn't. All I had been was a good boyfriend & father figure to janjaweed. When the taxi came, I went to Kevin's room one more time, he was still asleep. I bit his ear hard & ran off to the car.
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