Episode 12 — The Beans and I



Episode 12 - The beans and I

"Mojisola, go and watch your movie at the dining room so you can see what's happening to the beans" Mrs Ayomide said before she headed out for the market. The day was sweating as the sun came out so sharp and piercing. She took her plain green umbrella and began her journey in the dust covered road. 
Moji was so annoyed. Watching movies in her room would be cozy and comforting as against the dining room where all is just foody and hot. 
In a medium-sized pot, on an electric stove was the beans, silently swimming and walking in the pot. Having, contemplated on what to do, she poured three cups of water into the pot. The sluggish beans stood still, waiting for heat to help them motile again. She sat on a chair at first but when the memories of what she was watching took over her mind, she couldn't but find her way into her room. 
She laid on the bed, with the pillow on chest, in a prone position. She continued to fast-forward any part that seems uninteresting to her. All she wanted was the romance and emotional parts. When the first season was over, she switched to the next only to find out that it wasn't subtitled. Disappointed and  displeased, she plugged her headset to the laptop and continued. 
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, chemistry and physics were interfering with the biological activities of the beans. The water was already dried up and the beans had no choice but to start melting and burning,  sooner, the kitchen was covered up with smoke. 
In her room, she was dozing off. Her mind was off the food and so it never struck a chord to her. Like ripples, she kept waking, dozing, rising a bit; only to fall again. 
Fast-forward twenty minutes, the kitchen was in flames. The pot became so hot and the beans were so burnt that fire broke out. From the pot to a jug to a stack of plates, down to the cupboard. An inferno was brewing. Unfortunately she was asleep. 
"You this stupid girl, wake up." she thought it was a dream but it appeared to be real. It was her mum crying. Neighbour and onlookers already gathered, some with buckets, having emptied the content to quell the raging fire. 
"What kind of a useless girl is this." 
"She is so beautiful but bad, bitchy and useless"
Insults upon insults combined with hisses and sighs were directed at her. 
"If only Jesus would come now," she said in her mind. 
She was gravely ashamed and scared. She turned to her right; her father in her front. Just a slap and she suddenly woke up. It was a dream. Thank goodness! She removed the headset and threw it somewhere. Standing up, she raced to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, chemistry and physics were interfering with the biological activities of the beans. The water was already dried up and the beans had no choice but to start melting and burning. However, she came just in time. She switched off the socket, replaced the pot and washed the previous one till no dark spot could be found, though the pot suffered violence as marks and scars covered her body. 
She took a book and came to the dining. A 10 minutes interval alarm was what she resorted to – it would bring her back from wherever she was dreaming to. She was determined. Whatever will happen, to her beans, will definitely not happen.

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Written by; Anonymous 
Edited by; Livingwitness Writers 
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