It has been raining all night. The climatic
condition of Accra had been unfavorable for a
few days now. It was quite severe. Flooded
water had encroached into the neighborhood
houses of my friend, Juliet, who was living
with her parent, at least 500 meters from my
family house.
Fortunately, the rain stopped. It was 7:12am
on Monday. It was almost school time, but I
had barely prepared. A better part of the dawn
was spent on my bed thinking about my
school friends..
“Jude, Jude”. I heard my name from the living
room.
“Oh my God! What in the world is going on?
Why is this kid disturbing me”. I muttered.
Few minutes later.
“Jude, Jude”. A matured voice called my
name.
“Its mummy’s voice”, I said to myself.
I reluctantly got off the bed and headed to the
living room. Breakfast was ready.
“Why haven’t you taken your bath”, Mum
yelled.
“Ummm! I! Ammm”. I muttered.
“Now, go take your bath. You’ve got no time.
It’s almost school time. We got to go”.
Mummy said.
I hesitated. I turned my face toward the
Television. The moment I turned back to look
at mummy, there was my Daddy, standing. He
looked straight to my eyes. I was eluded in my
own stupidity. I hurried to the bathroom.
In a couple of minutes, I was dressed up for
school. I joined my family at the dining table
for breakfast.
Fifteen minutes has passed. Mummy picked
the car keys. It was time to go.
As usual, I took the front seat. I filled my mind
with thoughts on the possibility of seeing
Juliet when I get to school.
Meanwhile, on the way,
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“Jude! Look! Here is the toy car you told me
about”, John interfered.
“Jude! Juuuuddeee!” He called again.
“Aha!” Mum said
“Oh! Sorry. I passed out. So what’s popping
dude”, I replied.
“It’s gone Jude. I needed you to see that toy
car at C3 stores, downtown, but you delayed”.
“Sorry dear. I will check that some other
time”.
The car stopped.
“You’re five minutes late, let’s alight”. Mummy
said.
Mother took us to the school gate.
“Take good care of yourselves and don’t get
injured while playing”. She said.
“Love you mum” we said.
“Love you too”. She replied.
We all went to our classes. In a couple of
minutes, the class teacher entered.
“Good morning everyone, hope you all had a
wonderful weekend” He said.
“Yes, Good morning”, we replied.



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