It has almost been a month since I had my first conversation with the girl who sells at the kiosk. The girl who I ran away from with the help of an Ice cream van. The girl whose name is Delaney. We have been keeping in touch for sometime now. Texting each other through our phones and expressing our love for each other in an integrated way. First of all, I have never considered dating anyone in my entire life but with everything changing in the vast world, I gave dating a lot of thoughts and I had her in mind. Though, Delaney was not from a rich family like I was and she didn't go to school like I did, I still liked her. I liked her because of the way she saw life and thr way she took control of every situation that came her way
She was patient and hard-working. She was sweet and nice. She was also trying her best to cope with the stress that comes with making money and looking for quality education at the same time. It is not easy for someone to live the kind of life she was
"I went out of the exam hall," Goodness said. His eyes seemed to move around as he studied the exam paper in his hand. Today was the day we wrote our English exam and though I feel it was quite easy because I studied really hard but I can't be sure that I passed very well because of the kind of person my English teacher is. It is true that I am still nursing the wounds caused by a good essay that had failed me in front of everyone in my class. What do you expect me to do?"How did your exam go today?" Goodness asked, not in his usual I-know-you-nailed-it accent, but in a new how-did-you-survive-it accent that struck me and made me laugh a bit. I reached out for my bag not looking at Goodness' face, the face that seemed to beg me to answer him as soon as possible."The exam was standard," I said."So it wasn't difficult for you?" Goodness asked."Yes it wasn't."I saw some people curled up together and crosschecking their answers to see where they h
The place i went to visit this afternoon with Uncle Max was huge. It was like a stadium or a battle field enclosed in a wall of brick. It was filled with trees, plants and steel cages with guards at its entrance. Inside the steel cages were animals of different descent. For the first time in my life I saw the tiger and I saw the lion whose mighty roar nearly scared me away. By the side of the cages were beautiful flowers. They were hibiscuses and roses lining the hedges at the wall of each cage in a carefully tended array. There was also a statue that excited me, guarding an open field of trimmed grass and the offices of people who managed the zoo. Adjacent to the offices was another building designated for people who worked dirty. People who ensured the animals were properly fed and taken care of. The world of the zoo was completely different from the world that I lived in. I could see animals with treacherous glances, begging to be set lose in order to bring horror to the human ra
Christmas is a festival that is done in honor of Christ. Although I am not a Christian anymore, I still enjoy Christmas in the same way that every Christian enjoys it. After all, I was once a Christian too so I know what it feels like to celebrate the Christmas festival as a Christian. Uncle Max had wanted me to return back home to spend the holidays with Dad and Mum. I also wanted that too but with the recent events going on in my family, I don't think that is going to be possible. Mum is still really pissed at Dad and the other time we spoke on the phone, she called Dad's child a bastard. She said his child would never live to see a bright day. In as much as I am not in support of Dad bringing a child into this world with another woman, I am also not in support of Mum laying a curse on an innocent baby that had nothing to do with their marriage. I don't know how to celebrate Christmas alone and this would be the first time I would be saying Merry Christmas to someone without Chris
It was a perfect day for celebrating the end of the year. It was a perfect day for celebrating the end of a boring year. Uncle Max was as happy as a man who had seen heaven. Miss Bisi was glad she was finally getting the attention she deserved. Dad and Mum were still avoiding each other and were not phoning Uncle Max as often as they did before to ask about my condition in Enugu. It was as if they had totally forgotten about me. Danny was still with Mum. Christle was still in campus, obviously sending requests for more money even when her University were on holidays. I wish that my family were all together. Dad standing at the centre of the sitting room. Mum trying to watch TV. Christle checking for social media updates on her phone while Danny running around like a hunted beast."I am going to your school today. I am hoping to see you at the top of your class," Uncle Max said this morning, "but then, anything can happen and my desires may not be fulfilled.""I thought
Wow! I finally made it to a brand new year and I am so excited about it. Yesterday is gone. It is gone forever and will never find its way back to my life. I can't explain how it feels to finally know that you have finally made it to a new year even though you felt you didn't deserve it. Some of the people I know died last year. Clag was one of them. Also, a few hundred thousands of people that I don't know also died last year. It is sad when you think about death. It is sad when you try to embrace the reality of life. When I was a child, I never thought of death. To me, it never existed because all the people I knew that were around me all looked as if they were never going to die. They looked as if they would spend eternity in this world and never leave me. But things changed when i grew older. As it is commonly said, we put away childish things as we grow older. We put away our toys, broken Teddy bears and run to embrace the sombre truth of reality. I am glad that I made it to a
Uncle Max came back home today after two nights of sleeping outside his house. Merely looking at his face, I knew he had done a lot of adult things with Miss Bisi. Things he wouldn't be willing to tell me about."Good morning," Uncle Max said to me as he sat down and turned on the TV."Good morning. How are you?" I asked."Tired. Yesterday was the best day of my life," Uncle Max declared."What made it the best day of your life?""You know the reason, Perer. Of course, it is Miss Bisi. That woman is an angel sent from heaven. She will forever be in my life because I will make sure she doesn't go anywhere far from me."I sat down close to Uncle Max in a way that would made someone to think that I was about to counsel him on some important issues."Do you really really like Miss Bisi?" I asked Uncle Max."Yes! I really really like Miss Bisi and I want to be with her forever.""Then ask her to be your wife. There is n
When Uncle Max came back home today, I noticed something different about him from the way he talked and laughed. I noticed something different about him from the way his clothes had Miss Bisi scent all over it. Within me, I knew Uncle Max had done something special with Miss Bisi. It is easier to say they had sex but would Uncle Max accept that they had sex? Would he be bold to open his mouth and tell me that he slept with Miss Bisi when they were yet to be seen as married couples in the public? Uncle Max always supported sex after marriage and not the other way around. He always wore a serious face whenever the issue of sex is brought up in his church and a man stands up and tells the congregation proudly that there was nothing wrong with having sex outside marriage. His voice would grow louder like the sound of thunder and then he would pounce on the man before letting him go."How is Miss Bisi," I asked Uncle Max as he asked me to get him a glass of water to drink.
The woman blew a whistle in the roundabout. The boy sat alone in the rickety, jerky bus. The girl raised her voice and shouted at the driver for over speeding. I shook my head as we passed a large billboard."Are you mad?" The police woman yelled."I am not mad, madam. You just occupy the road with your stick and you are not giving appropriate instructions," the driver complained."Before I lose my temper, get down from your vehicle.""Madam, I am not going anywhere.""I will not repeat myself again. Get down from your vehicle, young man."The driver removed his hands from the steering wheel and pointed at the police woman."You are not the one that is supposed to be controlling the traffic here. What is a police woman doing in a roundabout that was created for traffic wardens?" The driver asked."Are you trying to insult me by indirectly saying I am not authorized to do this job?""I did not say so madam but if that is