"How can i trust her?"

Its feel like I have just awaken from a deep sleep and I have no idea what has happened to me and all I know is what I have grown to know. I know the sun is bright at day and dark by dawn and the stars that shows up in the sky are more than I can count, the trees and the grass need a bit of sunshine and rain to grow

And I am told there is more to know.

Mother is what I call her , father is what I call him , I am the first child and I have two siblings a boy and a girl ...

I am seven years that was what my mum told me , I have grown up and I have school  to go to and things to do but wait!!!!! Just wait!

- I have questions- like questions about what happened to me before I was seven,  who was I? And what happened to me? all I know are the little stories u tell me , you say them as if they are folktales and folktales ain't real

You tell me stories without proof how am I suppose to believe you ? when You tell lies about where you are to the people you talk to on the phone ,you tell them you are busy when u are not how am I supposed to believe your folktales mother?

            All I know is what u tell me and the things I fear is what u let me , and I'm not allowed to see the mirror at night just incase I disappear into the mirror. I'm not allowed to walk barefoot in the compound just incase the ground swallow me but I see other kids walking and running with no shoes on and I wonder why they are doing that?

I  also wonder if I am the only one who does not walk barefoot I wonder if I'm different from other kids .

               When you leave the house and my sister chases after you, you tell her to go back to dress properly that you would wait for  her and in the end you disappear right after she is dressed why do you do that ? She will cry even more because she couldn't even say good bye to you

And when you return at dawn you ask her if she missed you ...

Everyday you keep us in the house like we are prisoners and it's a taboo to leave the house .

we can not move freely in the compound so we have no idea what its like .

we know no one outside the house so we agree to not going outside like we had a choice .

I'm just seven by this time and I am good with all you do mother  I just wonder why you did some certain things in some certain way .

            My dad was always mentioned whenever people look at me they say " you look like you dad you are dark skined like him " and yes I am but I don't know who exactly you are talking about  but I know he is my dad . He lives in the house like he is   a security man  waiting to send anybody that disobey  him out! He  smiles at me sometimes and he does the other wise most times

He is like a treasure I only get to see him once in a week but something tell me  he is good so I like him

       But I know enough of what I see around me like I said I am just seven