The Ancestral Secrets
By Bukky Salako
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The Ancestral Secrets - Bukky Salako
The Birth
The beginning of the monsoon season, in the month of June, produced incessant rain in Nigeria. Every time it rained, no one could move freely. There was no escape from its destructive powers. The month of June brought rain that caused many to curse the land. When the rain subsided, the humidity suffocated those eager to step outside. Each day became unbearable. It was a month full of misery. It was also the month of Victoria’s birth. A birth hidden with unknown secrets. She was born in the month of June during a time when the rain showed no mercy for the land. It rained continuously for seven days.
On the eighth day, the rain stopped and Victoria Abiola Adeyemi was named by the elders. This was the month that her Yoruba mother accepted her name. Victoria’s mother, Vero, short for Veronica, never told her family about Victoria’s father. His name was a hidden secret. She refused to tell anyone. The family had no choice but to name Victoria after her grandfather’s last name. She was now crowned a name worthy of praise.
The day of her birth caused intense emotional turmoil in Vero. She couldn’t escape the shame that tormented her mind. This was the day that Vero brought shame to the Adeyemi name. It was the day that Vero, a seventeen-year-old girl, had a baby instead of completing her first year at the university. The birth was painful for Vero. Vero recalled the birth as a sin against God. The pain was excruciating. The pain was relentless, not only physically but mentally for the young Vero. It captured her body like a prisoner and refused to let her go.
It was the beginning of pain in the Adeyemi family. When Victoria was born, she came out of Vero willfully spirited with her arms holding the umbilical cord. On that day, Vero begged God to let her die. She prayed to God that the baby would die. She wanted to die. She always believed that a seventeen-year-old girl from Surulere with such talents shouldn’t have been pregnant. It was said that Surulere girls were too smart to get pregnant. They were too smart to be caught in unwholesome behavior. Surulere girls were the babes
. The omoge, the good-looking girls.
Vero’s beauty was a different kind of mystery. She had long, thick black shoulder length hair. It was believed that her hair must have been inherited from her tainted blood, which was passed down from her half-caste great-grandmother who had an oyinbo father and a servant Nigerian mother. Vero’s great-grandmother’s white father was a white man who came to Nigeria as a missionary to free the untamed civilization. Instead of attending to his missionary duties, he had his hands in places where his Bible didn’t take him. Vero’s mother never had her mother’s yellow skin. Although Vero’s great-grandmother was praised for her beauty and oyinbo skin, she secretly wanted dark skin. With skillful planning, she married the darkest man she could find and took the glory out of giving Vero’s mother the beloved oyinbo skin. The only oyinbo gene Vero’s great-grandmother passed on was her hair. The hair that she never liked. She feared that it wouldn’t allow her to create the traditional tribal braids that her friends paraded around the village.
Vero’s mother, also known as Maama, was neither too yellow nor too dark. No hint of tainted genes affected her skin. She was the perfect mix of the past meeting the future. Her golden-brown skin glistened in the hot sun. There remains Vero too, neither too yellow, neither too dark. She was the personification of the sun before the day turned into night. Vero looked like a goddess. She had the face of an angel, round and smooth, with big oval eyes that led to the demise of many boys and men of her age. She loved to let her hair flow down her shoulders. Her hair was thick and strong like wool. She believed her hair was what made her beauty different from the rest of the pretty girls in Surulere.
It was what caused a lot of envy for Vero. Her body was also desirable, long, strong, and lean. She had just enough backside to make men jump, but not enough bosom to fill the floral dresses she wore daily. She walked with confidence; she stood with pride. She was Surulere’s pride. She may not have been Nigeria’s beauty queen, but she felt like a queen in the streets of Surulere, a vibrant neighborhood full of life. Vero’s beauty was her gift and her curse.
This was the same gift and curse that was also bestowed upon Victoria. During the pregnancy, Victoria was a secret. Vero hid her belly strategically. She wore long buba dresses to hide the pregnancy, and she claimed that she was starting a new fashion amongst the girls of Surulere. This, she claimed, freed her from conforming to societal views of women in tight mini dresses. Deep down in her spirit, she did not want to bring shame to Maama who would have shouted insults upon her head. Vero’s father would have kept silent.
They called him Baba. Everyone called him Baba out of respect. The name became his alias and continued to be used with the rest of the family. When Baba disliked something that was done to him, he never took to the cane. His silence was worse than a beating. He would simply ignore you and pretend like you didn’t exist. This is how everyone knew that you had committed some level of sin against him. More often than not, his silence was because someone’s character disgraced his moral fortitude.
He was a very peculiar man. He was shorter than Maama. This was a common marriage trait found in Maama’s time. Perhaps women at that time didn’t care about men’s stature. He was dark as coal. His dark skin made him look like an ancient warrior, simply majestic. His skin would shine in the sunlight due to the constant rubbing of the ori ointment Maama would rub on his body. She was afraid that he would leave the house with dry skin, fearing that he would become ashy. He had a very mild temper, almost non-existing.
He never said much, except "Mo ti gbọ, Maama, mo ti gbọ ---O! I said I hear you."
He constantly repeated this to Maama when she would go on her long diatribe about him not fixing this, not paying attention to that, not arguing with the neighbors enough, and anything that tormented her memory that day.
Unlike Maama, who was quick with her tongue and quick to slap you when you got out of hand, Baba was more reserved in showing his anger. He would rather walk away and keep you in suspense before breaking his silence. It was hard to know which was worst, Maama’s quick temper and painful slaps or Baba’s death-defying silence. It’s possible they were equally the same.
Most of the time, Maama’s torturous slaps were preferred. As soon as it came, the pain left your body after a while. Now, Baba’s silence could last up to a month of pretending not to see and hear you. This pain, without a doubt, made your soul feel ashamed. It was quite disheartening. His silence caused Vero to faint during her sixth months of pregnancy, due to some infraction she made against Baba.
That day was like no other day. It seemed like a typical day in the Adeyemi family. Tutu needed to take Vero to the hospital because of the nagging pain in her belly. The two of them secretly left the house. Nobody knew about their unplanned departure from the house. It was Vero’s turn to iron Baba’s work clothes for the week, but she neglected her daughterly duties. The house was empty, and Maama went to the market to buy provisions for the week. Baba who assumed his uniform was ironed, prepared as usual for his long journey for work. Unbeknownst to him, his uniform never left his cupboard. He found it neatly folded, lacking the touch of a hot iron. He was so vexed by this blatant disrespect for his job, out of intense anger, he mistakenly closed the cupboard door on his fingers. Time was not on his side. He had no time to iron his own uniform or attend to his physical pain. His internal anger had no limitations that day.
The unreliable NEPA also added to his angry disposition by cutting off the electricity as they were fond to do after sunrise. One would frequently find Baba cursing NEPA by calling out its full name. He would always yell, It will not be well with you National Electric Power Authority.
That curse seemed to ring through time, even after Victoria’s birth. That night, Baba began his silent treatment with Vero, which caused her so much internal anguish that she fainted out of fear.
Six months had passed, and no one knew Vero was pregnant except the middle sister named Tutu, who was one year older than Vero. Tutu, who was very close to Vero, cherished her dearly. They were inseparable. Tolu, who was three years older than Vero, did not get along with her. Tolu always felt that Vero received too much attention from Maama and Baba. Tolu never liked that Maama and Baba gave her an English name. Maama named Vero, Veronica. To her, it was elegant; it was sophisticated; it was simply English. This childish resentment lingered within Tolu for no apparent reason.
This lingering resentment may have had its roots planted in 1955. During those days, England still had its control over Nigeria. Maama somewhat partial to the colonization of Nigeria, loved and hated that Nigeria could not be its own country. Nevertheless, she didn’t benefit from the Queen’s supposed monetary privileges. Although she hated how the British treated Nigerians as second-class citizens in their own country, she still wanted to take a piece of the Queen with her. So, she named Vero, Veronica. She assumed the name was probably British. It didn’t matter to her if it was or not, as long as it sounded like it came from England. That was her way of being part of the British aristocracy.
Truthfully, she just wanted to outshine her friends. She somehow convinced the elders to allow her to use an English name as the first name of the child. The battle to change this tradition was not an easy process, but she was able to accomplish the unimaginable. It is possible Maama may have had some magical juju, allowing her to break free from tradition. In reality, she begged and cried for ten days straight. She threatened her mother that she would embark on a hunger strike if she didn’t present the name to the elders.
Luckily, Maama’s pleas did not fall on deaf ears. The elders obliged to her wishes. It was rumored that many gifts were presented to the elders prior to the naming ceremony for Vero. Maybe the gods were not too concerned on that day. Maama was happy that her grandmothers were not recently dead around Vero’s birth. Otherwise, Vero would have to bear the name Yetunde. As soon as a grandmother dies, a newborn girl born close to that death would have to bear that name. A name Maama was tired of hearing often since almost every girl in her family was named Yetunde. It must have been the year of many elderly deaths in Maama’s time.
To Maama, this was a private accomplishment. This took the privilege away from the elders naming her last daughter. Her last ọmọ, her final child, a splitting image of Maama’s half-cast mother. She was a woman of colonized heritage with strong African roots mixed together. Surprisingly, Tutu and Tolu took after Baba’s skin and did not enjoy the privilege of tainted oyinbo skin. Nonetheless, they did benefit from the long black hair, except theirs were a little coarse due to Baba’s natural African hair texture, which was less desirable by the girls. Ironically, it was the same hair Maama’s mother wanted desperately.
During her days of remembrance, when no one was around, Vero would pull Victoria aside and tell her about her birth story. She did this occasionally when the thoughts refused to leave her mind. She compared her birth to the day she received her womanhood. The thing that classifies you as a woman. No longer a girl but not quite a full woman. More or less, a girl with the ability to have a baby.
The womanhood gift was an embarrassment that made her get ridiculed in front of the other girls as they were getting ready to line up for their ritual morning salute inside the school’s compound. As the lead captain for that day, she wondered why everyone was laughing