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How I Met Him (A Story Of A Long Walk To Eternal Freedom) by Niftyrules(m): 6:14pm On Dec 15, 2016 |
Hi folks I'm writing a new story titled How i met Him. Of course it is for your reading pleasure. I will be updating this post twice once in a week and twice at the most. Kindly drop your comments and let me know how you feel about the story. For the sake of emphasis, this one is titled, 'How i met Him' Don't forget the hashtag #HowimetHim Also patronize my facebook author page (Odunayo Ajani - Author) Enjoy. It was the rascal rooster behind my room window that woke the morning. It woke me up while I was almost collecting my share of a deal with my friends. Had it been the rooster alone it would have been better, but it came alongside my disciplinarian mum’s heavy knock that was almost renting my door apart. She yelled angrily at the other end of the door. “Won’t you get up Tony? It is 8am already and you’re still there stretching and yawning on the bed. As if that wasn’t enough, she continued. I guess you’re tempting me to always wake you up with that cold water you said you don’t like again right? I don’t even know why she is always like his I hummed seated at angle ninety of my bed with my pillow on my chest. Coming to wake one up 5:30am every day. Can’t I just enjoy my sleep at least? I don’t know why she wants me to wake up at just that exact time when even nature itself is still snoring. I don’t just understand this mother of mine again. Can’t we pray some other time of the day? So angrily and with all reluctance I got up, stared into the brightness of another new dawn hoping I will be favored with some good things I’ve never had before now. I also nurtured the thought of laying my hands on that crazy rooster that cracked the dawn without my permission. I was christened Anthony. The last child in the birth order of five children all from a late General in the Nigerian army. My father died after actively serving this nation for more than forty-five years as far as I can still remember. He died. Yes, but he died leaving some good inheritance for us. Several millions of naira for the whole family, and some sum of money for my educational upkeep all through my undergraduate studies till I enroll as a masters student . He left two jeeps, two saloon cars and some properties within Lagos and two in our hometown. I lived most of my life in the mainland in lagos, wherei was brought to the knowledge of arithemtics and letters. Attending one of the best institution in the country was all I ever aspired all my days. And yes I got it on a platter made with gold when my mum told me about my paternal uncle being the present registrar of one of the best university in town. And just as your guess was just good as mine, my uncle ensured I passed my entry exam into school. My excitement was triggered the more, rekindled towards a great time I’ve ever anticipated, going to a higher institution. At least I’m going to have a life of my own. This then gave me more morale when I speak amongst my peers some who were still struggling to make all of their O’level papers. Each time we were gathered I will be like. “You guys don’t need to bother about me when you struggle around, writing all manner of Post-Utme. But as for me, I’m going to the university where my uncle serves as a registrar, I mean one of the best university that is known for her academic excellence in the country. I don’t know why, my friends do say I’m too boastful, but I tell the truth I reply them. No two ways about life if you care to say the same too. And truly, just as destiny will have it, I got admitted into school at my first attempt, just a fortnight after I clocked twenty-one years old. It was a dream come through. The day I got my admission letter seems though I was presented the visa to come study in the United States. I was so glad that day that I begin to run certain errands I wouldn’t run for my mum on a normal day. The excitement was too much that I even skip lunch after I’d boasted about my going to the university amongst my friends who weren’t admitted yet. Mum who initially knew not why I was doing all I was doing asked me after I came back from the market with two big shopping bags, pregnant with all sort of cooking ingredients. I’d helped her with shopping after I picked her shopping list. “Tony, why are you doing all these you once said you won’t want to do again? Or am I daydreaming. She questioned and continued. At least, today is not your birthday and it is not that I told you to help me do all these before you had the initiative of doing it for me. Ha-ha-ha. You even remembered to get our favourite groceries. That’s interesting”. Mum was actually glad that I shopped for her without she telling me. Why are you not talking son? Mum asked. Or have you won a heavy money from your sport betting? Just as she rounded up her talk, I dipped my hand into my pocket and handed her my letter of admission, neatly wrapped by me . From the chair where she sat examining her jewelries, she stretched and took her second eyes, her glasses and read through the details on the letter headed admission letter. ‘Ehn, so my son will be going to the university anytime soon? Oh my good Lord I thank you oooh. My mum stood, and start dancing, swerving her waist to and fro the same way she’d done every first Sunday in church. Truly, I can tell without any sorcerer telling that she was really joyous. ‘No wonder you were so happy running my errands for me at no cost. She giggled and stopped. As if that was the real me, I supported. “if I don’t run the errands for you, who will? “but you’ve not been doing that before now she finally added” |
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