PEMISIRE (Part 1 & 2) – OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE

“PÈMÍSÍRE” (PART 1)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

Pemisire is the name…Yes! That is my name, this might be the first time you may have ever heard the name because it’s not one of those names you hear on the Street, every now and then…

Pemisire literally means “To be called for good things, or to be beckoned on for good things…” The literal translation is this;

PÈ = call MÍ = me  SÍRE = to goodness

I heard my father who was a carpenter was at his workshop when he was called upon that my mother had given birth to me”. On hanging up, it seemed like my coming to planet earth was an opening of the windows of Heaven for him…

Almost immediately, his phone was on fire, different calls from clients who had forgotten him, new clients who wanted him to work for them, debtors who felt the urgent need to pay him back his money…..and the icing on top of his cake…he received a call from the Embassy to come and pick up his Visa…

That was how I got my name, my father said, my birth brought about him being called for good and great things, hence I was a carrier of goodness…

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“PÈMÍSÍRE” (PART 2)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

But…..

Something was wrong with the carrier of goodness… I wasn’t complete…

My mother had me at a small hospital, the room was a dark room dimly lit by a small lantern, as the community had not had electricity supply for 2 years and using the generator was a luxury the small clinic could not afford…

The moment I was birthed by my mother, the electricity supply that had been an issue for two years suddenly resurfaced…

The hospital staff couldn’t contain their joy, the country was in its hot season and they were always sweating profusely.  My mother told me the general talk in the hospital was that I was a special child who had brought light back to our community…The hospital staff gave me a name immediately “Imole” (Light).

All these and more were great signs of how special a child people thought I  was, but barely two months after my birth the story changed…

I started drooling excessively, my eyeballs danced a lot. My mother told me that at times it looked like I had crossed eyes, other times, it looked like my eyeballs were upside down…

As I grew, I had the challenge of sitting still, my neck was tilted to one side, and my face structure wasn’t like the regular…

At the time, My mother was working as a secretary at a small law firm but my coming to her life took that job from her… No Daycare centre was ready to accept such a child, also she couldn’t leave me with my father who was not happy with the child she had given birth to…

My mother had narrated some of her ordeals to me…

“Gbenga, please I need you to help me watch over Pemisire during my working hours, as no daycare centre is ready to accept him”

“Watch him where?” he asked with irritation

“At your carpentry workshop of course” My mother had said…

“So that his mere sight will send away all my clients”

“But he is your son!”

“This thing is not my son, Only God knows where you got this abami (mysterious creature) from….”

“My son is not an abami, my son is a gift from God…”

“Then go and give that child to God to keep for you while you are at work, Nonsense!” Mother said Father had stormed out after saying this…

My parent’s marriage suffered a great deal as there was no more cordial relationship between them anymore…I became a curse to my mother…

My mother needed to find a way to survive, while taking care of a child everyone avoided. She had become jobless and my father wasn’t ready to spend his money on her or the abomination she called a child.

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