The Okafor's Argument.

It was one of those Sunday evenings when the generator’s him sound filled the compound and the smell of fried plantain drifted from the kitchen to the living room, The Okafor family five in total seemed set for another peaceful evening, but peace, that day, decided not to stay long with them

From the kitchen, Mama’s voice echoed, Chike! Come wash this plate before I use it knock your head oh! She was in her usual Sunday mood half tired, half playful, Papa sat in his favorite chair, scrolling through his phone wearing a puzzled look , when Chike walked in with a serious face.

Daddy, I am not doing that law thing again o, Chike said firmly, I have told you, I want to go into music.

Papa’s head snapped up immediately, Music? You wan dey shout for stage like tout or like say you don mad shey? After I don pay for all those law textbooks? Over my dead body!

Mama hissed from the kitchen, You better talk sense into that boy oh, before he comes and bring disgrace to this family.

Amara, their teenage daughter, rolled her eyes from the corner, but Mama, it is not disgrace now, People make it from music these days, You people just don’t understand.

Amara,you keep quiet there!” her father barked, No wonder your grades are dropping.

That is how the small talk quickly turned into a heated family meeting.

Chike stood his ground, frustration written all over his face, ooo Daddy, me I am not doing this to be stubborn, I have been pretending all this while, but this law thing isn’t me, I have got songs written down, and people actually like them.

Papa slammed his phone on the table, People like them? Ehn Ehn , no worry When hunger wire you finish, maybe that is when you will come back to your senses.

Mama came closer, trying to calm the storm, Daddy chike, calm down small, she said, Let the boy talk now.

Papa shot her a look, You are the one spoiling these children with your soft heart, you know in our days, no child dared talk back to his father.

Chike scoffed, in your days, Daddy, there was no TikTok, no YouTube, no studio near every street, Daddy times have changed now o

Eh..... So because of TikTok, you want to throw your life away? Papa’s voice rose again.

Amara jumped in, Daddy, let him just try, You always talk as if your way is the only way, You didn’t even ask him what kind of music he wants to do.

Amara, sit down! Mama shouted, This is not your matter, Ahn Ahn.

The youngest, Tochi, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up, But Mama, it is all our matter, let us just agree that Chike will try this music thing for one year, then If e no work, he will go back to school, simple na?

The room went silent, Even the generator seemed to pause.

Papa stared at her, his anger fading slowly, One year? he repeated after her.

Yes, one year sounds okay, Mama said quickly, sensing a chance for peace, let him go ahead and prove himself.

Chike nodded eagerly, oya na ,that is all I need, Daddy, see I just want you all to trust me on this.

Papa sighed, leaning back in his chair If this your music thing fails, you will go back to law without any argument.

Okay Daddy it's a deal, Chike said, a small smile spreading across his face.

Amara clapped softly, Finally, peace in this house.

Mama shook her head and whispered silently ,chai! Na only God fit help this family, just as she was returning to the kitchen.

Papa went back to his phone, the tension easing off, while Chike began to hum one of his songs.

Yeah.... The Okafor family had really argued hard that evening, words flying like arrows, but as always, they found a middle ground, because see no matter the argument or the shouting, the one truth that always remained was that blood is thicker than water.

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