Growing Yams in London by Sophia Acheampong

Author:Sophia Acheampong [Acheampong, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781848123243
Publisher: Piccadilly Press Ltd.

Oh great. That’s all I need.

Chapter 11

School Run – Makeeda Style

I stared at Mum. She was dressed in a navy blue trouser suit and cream blouse. I noticed that she had on the earrings Dad had bought for her fortieth birthday and was wearing a lot more make-up than usual. Something big was going on.

‘Did you hear me?’ she asked.

‘Er . . . I have less than forty-five minutes to get ready for school, and you want me to take Delphy by bus?’

‘Yes.’

‘Great!’ I said, hiding under my duvet. Usually Mum drove us to Wealdstone where she dropped Delphy at school, while I caught the bus into Harrow.

‘Makeeda, now! And don’t wake Tanisha up,’ Mum said, ripping the duvet off the bed and leaving.

I looked over at Tanisha, fast asleep in the fold-out bed on the other side of my room. She was leaving for Ghana that night, so was spending the day doing last-minute shopping then hanging out with us after school.

‘Fine,’ I said, and stormed off to the bathroom.

I had no idea what was going on and, to be honest, Mum’s attitude had killed off any curiosity I had.

Around forty-five minutes later, Delphy and I were chasing after the 186 bus. Surprisingly, it wasn’t packed, so we were able to get seats next to each other.

‘Makeeda, can I have some of the sweets you’ve got in your pocket, please?’

‘How did you know?’

I reluctantly pulled out my pack of strawberry-flavoured lollipops. I was strictly a chocolate girl, but Tanisha had bought them for me as it reminded her of the summer we spent in Brighton as kids.

‘Actually, I’ll let you have them if you tell me what Mum’s up to.’

‘OK,’ Delphina said, placing a hand over the bag. ‘Well . . .’

I could see her grip tightening, so I tightened mine. I don’t trust my sister.

‘Makeeda?’ she said, realising I wasn’t quite ready to let go.

‘Tell me then.’

‘OK, she’s thinking of teaching history . . .’

‘Where?’ I said loosening my grip.

Mum had done a PGCE a year ago and the first thing I did at her graduation was make her promise never to teach at my school. I remember she smiled.

‘At some college in Manchester,’ Delphy said, successfully snatching the bag from me.

‘You’re lying!’ I said, mortified. ‘That would mean we’d have to move.’

‘It’s our stop,’ she said, getting up.

As we started walking towards Delphy’s school, my mobile beeped with a message.

Nelson:

Meet me in twenty minutes in McD’s for breakfast. Wealdstone. I haven’t seen u in ages. :(

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