True Happiness

Morning time always make me vex plenty. So I made sure to go to church yesterday. Landlord already insulting Mama by now and telling her to pack her things. Tayo Ogunyemi’s money to Mama I decide that I no ready for true happiness yet. ‘What is true happiness?’ I ask Olu. I greet everybody. We laugh and I help her to put our cracked blue plastic plates on the table. Olu has good igbo and we smoke until we high up in the clouds. He look me like I be fool. I even help one woman hold her stinking wet baby as she wipe the shit from her skirt. Well, to speak truth, that was not the real reason I went. ‘To be child of God is the greatest happiness of all,’ she say in a voice that resembles the voice of Pastor Justice well-well. I get work. She born 1962. He say true happiness is not inside the flesh but inside the spirit. As we eat our bean cakes for dinner, I put smile for my face and decide to allow my spirit to be happy.  
Image ©   Shardayyy I even know the woman because she enter bus every day. It no easy. For free! I want everlasting happiness that no finish. So everybody that enter bus today, I help them. So, I raised my hand up in church because I wanted to tell Pastor Justice my own true happiness. Two loaves of Agege bread and one roasted chicken no last long in our house. When last you happy?’ She pinch my cheek and I force myself to smile for her. I no need school.  
Pastor Justice always vexes me small-small, but I forgive him because he be man of God. As I am standing outside the battered door of our break-down flat, I can hear Mama begging Landlord inside. I cover my ears and try to find sleep but sleep no come. But ‘respect your father’, I no agree with Pastor Justice. My pay of washing car and shouting for passenger for a whole week no even reach half of the money inside. If she say something, she mean it. ‘The food in our belly and the money in our pocket can never reach the real happiness of the spirit.’
‘But…,’ I want to argue but Mama interrupts me. What always make me vex morning time is the other pikins my age wearing school uniform and going to school with their shine-shine bata shoe and their pure-white socks, feeling like them be something special. I ask Mama as she is frying Akara bean cakes for dinner: ‘Mama, you think what Pastor Justice say is the truth? The purse weigh me down. See my chest swelling with pride. I want to run from this kitchen right now because Mama’s talk is beginning to vex me small-small. If I return the money to Mrs. Ogunyemi tomorrow, then only Mrs. I stand in between all these things and begin to crack my head about what to do. Anybody who see me today will say ‘Child of God’ was there helping everybody today. Then Papa suddenly appears inside the door and sits down after three months of no-show-face and my happiness just vamoose. That day my flesh was truly happy and my spirit as well was truly happy. I go to bus stop and help drivers wash bus and help conductor to call passengers. I no go school anymore. I no sleep at all because this happiness thing just crack my head all night. Another thing that Pastor Justice say that can vex me is when he say respect your father and mother. But in the evening, when I am very tired and almost finish work, the devil just suddenly come out of me and spoil my happiness. I see ID card of the woman inside the purse. And then they must bring out book and start to read, just to make sure everybody see that they can read. Just one week of postponement sah! One woman even give me small jara money because I so nice to her. ‘Don’t think I no know what things you do,’ she say. Ogunyemi go happy. Maybe all the vex inside me that make me have bellyaching and cracking head go just disappear like thief for night. Ogunyemi no go happy. Old, young, fat, thin, sweaty, fine or ugly. I laugh. And every time Mama smile like sheep and welcome him back like God’s lost prodigal lamb until he leave her crying again with swollen eye and swollen lip. Everybody thanking me, blessing me. Their nose so high up in the air, they almost hit it on the top of door to enter bus. Just like that! Two big bobbis and two big booties.’
He hold out his fist to me and I slam down my fist on his own. I don tire of happiness already after one day of it. The vex inside me is very big by now and all my happiness don disappear quick-quick like how thief disappears when police show face. ‘Ahn-ahn Mama…,’ I say. When he comes, he smell of beer so much, the smell makes me sick and turn my stomach inside out. I respect how she takes care of us five pikins alone and give us food, even if it never enough. She put one hot, sweaty arm around my shoulder. I beg sah!’ she say to him. Not very quick, but I can read small-small. Olu, just like me, never touch a girls bobbis before in his life. When last week I saw 500 naira lying inside the stinky, green gutter near the bus stop. Then I decide to return the purse to Mrs. ‘You hang around your wayward friends and you boys do bad things,’ she say. This happiness thing too much for me. I make quick decision. The real reason is that Mama knocked my head so hard that I saw sparks of bright light around me even though we no see electricity in our house since the eight months that we owe the bill. ‘Look at you, my son. ‘Dis igbo too strong for you?’ he ask. But we all had a very happy and satisfying chop-chop that evening and Mama, she smiled for me like if I be her big, first born son she is proud of. But before Pastor Justice even noticed me, Mama knocked the back of my head so hard, that I saw the star of Bethlehem, right inside that church. I serious man,’ I say. But I no sit down every day with my book inside bus to make people know that I fit read. If my flesh is hungry? Her eye just dey look me from inside the ID card. I no surprise. So anyway I raised my hand up to tell Pastor Justice about my own true happiness. ‘No! Because, even if I try very hard, I no go happy if I return the purse. My eye almost fall out of my head. Her arm smell of palm oil and kerosene but I no mind. If Pastor Justice say true happiness no get connection with flesh and no connection with money or hunger, then why not I try to find that kind of happiness. I check inside the purse. After he crack his head for almost five minutes, he wink his eye and say: ‘True happiness come in pairs of two. So anyway, I spend the whole day after church cracking my head about this happiness thing. I cannot believe him. When I reach house that night, Papa don leave already. The purse heavy inside my shirt as I waka home. Shining with true happiness. I waka downtown and hang out with my guy, Olu. As I hand over Mrs. The other eye is eyeballing the Akara on my plate. And she say if she no see me in church she will whip my ass with a long, hard koboko until the devil jumps out of me. I join my sleeping siblings on the two big mattress spread out on the parlour floor. Her voice shake, I know she is crying. I no like the way my happiness always finish quick-quick. My small sister Ada look up at me with one question-mark eye. I always have plenty vex inside me. I begin to feel happy small-small again. Papa comes home when he like. Chai! If I enter the house and give Mama the money inside the purse, then Landlord and Mama will be happy this night. And since most of the time he no like, so he no come home at all. In fact I vex a lot with Pastor Justice because he say such thing without knowing a father like my own. I shame and my spirit just heavy. Morning time come. And I know Mama very well, since thirteen years now. For example, yesterday I went to church again after a very long time because Mama say God is the only way out. He always come in with empty pocket and open wide arms but then soon he leave with full pocket and tight, clenched fist. Tayo Ogunyemi very next day. Then they dust the seat first before they sit down as if that uniform be expensive Aso-oke fabric and not made-in-China. ‘Respect mother’, yes I agree with Pastor Justice. But that is all we talk about when we hang out and smoke igbo. Before I know what is happening, my hand shoot out like bullet from soldier gun and I don steal the purse. I help them carry load. How will I be happy if we no pay rent this night? I am already feeling very happy. Her name is Tayo Ogunyemi. My head pain me well-well today. I never even finish my last bean cake. ‘Please sah! I used to go to school before Papa lose him job because of layoff and begin the beer drinking. That 500 naira finished very quick-quick. We all huddle around, bending forward so the light of the kerosene lantern in the centre will shine on our plates. Does true happiness come only if we do good things?’
‘Come here,’ Mama say. Anyway, me, I am big boy of thirteen years now. I respect how Mama goes to clean other people house from morning till night and comes home with back pain so much, she bends down with crooked back as she waka home. But when I reach our house, I no even enter and I can already hear big wahala inside. Is it only the spirit that can feel true happiness? If you saw how that 500 naira note was just floating inside that gutter like he owned the whole damn place. In partnership with the   Commonwealth Writers,   Granta   is publishing the regional winners of the 2018 Commonwealth Short Story Prize. And the feeling is lasting very long from morning till afternoon. I would have loved to tell Pastor Justice of how I jumped inside that green, slimy gutter and came out smelling like hundred dead rats, but my face shining. Me too, I can read. I get up to leave because Papa smelling of beer and Mama smiling at Papa makes me sick. One old Madam coming out of bus no carry her bag well and the purse inside just showing and inviting me. When last you smile for me? I no curse anybody, I no shout. Of course, I am not an idiot! He say this is because true happiness is when you do good things, because then you know you will go to heaven. It be like very hard exam in school. Mama is inside her room alone, crying. We sit inside broken-down, abandoned molue bus and watch night hawkers selling cigarettes and beer and we watch fine-fine Ashawo girls shaking slim waists for men wearing starch-and-iron agbada in shiny import cars. Efua Traoré’s   ‘True Happiness’   is the winning entry from Africa. But it means I am thief and Mrs. I smile. See how old habit just take over and I don lose control! I vex badly. I nod and she grab the bean cake and swallow it in one loud gulp before anybody discuss with her. And like I was saying, Pastor Justice vexed me small-small. I decide that as from now I will be child of God and I will do good things. Mama smiles for him and adjusts her faded, palmoil-stain blouse. We giggle for a long time. His eye always red like him cry like baby. Papa took all her money yesterday. I know this happiness is not the everlasting type like Pastor Justice type of happiness. If somebody hear us, he will think touching a girl’s breast can save a man’s soul. ‘And that is why you always waka around like the load of the whole country is on your shoulder and frowning your face like Egungun spirit.’ She contorts and squeezes her face to mock me. How can my spirit be happy if my flesh is not happy? I no greet him, I just look my plate. My bellyaching don worse than usual. ‘But you are a good boy inside you,’ she say as she point to my chest. Papa ignores me like usual and Mama pretends she no see me get up to leave. But Mama continues. To be honest sometimes the vex so much inside me that I no even know if it is hunger or vex giving me belly aching.