the hub of entertainment….
Right there infront of the Rector, we sat confused and dejected. I had this feelings mama had wanted to divulge the whole problem to him from her unsettled disposition. Although i didn’t know what to do but allowing mama to say anything about my plight to the Rector would further exacerbate the problem at
The Angelus… “The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary, and She conceived of the Holy spirit,” the large bell rung as the Angelus prayer were unanimously recited from all facets of the school. The raucous recitation of the prayer woke me. During my short aborted nap, i had a dream. The dream was
It rained cat and dog on our way to Enugu. My mind never was at rest all through our journey as i couldn’t fathom how we would connect to Mathew when we eventually get to his school. The young lady who appeared as a preacher in the bus we were didn’t make it any
Again and again, sleep eluded me. Coming out of one problem only meant a fresh application to another tasking problem. If anyone had told me my life would turn out to be this herculean, i’d carefully design the person’s face with some ounces of slap…… Not me, not Obioma…..!! Unfortunately, the reality was becoming
I closed my eyes for few seconds, trying to wake up from the presumed sleep, yet, i was so much awake. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved after my narratives to mama or feel rather perturbed. The tears from my mother’s eyes melted my heart….she however remained resolute on finding lasting solution to
For some minutes, i thought the whole world had come to an end. Never did i envisage such a tumultuous happenstance as a result of my stupidity. “God please have mercy, ‘i cried. Mama and Chukwu Emeka tried to resuscitate papa as i ran to call “Dee Livinus” the chemist man. I did not
“Oh lord, i know that i’m a poor sinner, have mercy on me, if it would be possible, let this cup pass me by,” those were the prayers I kept reciting as we headed home from the hospital.” Mama cried all through, those painful cries that never comes out loud…more than a sob, that
My Journey Home….. My journey from school to Onitsha was torrid. I wished it was closer as my mind was so troubled. “What could be the cause of my sickness, “i wondered. “Obioma…..”hope you bought bread? 🍞 if not, please go back, “chukwuEmeka joked with me as he sighted me alight from the
[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he first two-weeks of my post Enugu sojourn was spent in total seclusion. Decimating myself all by myself, nothing would give me much relief. In total annihilation, i made sure Bro. Mathew never had any access to me. I changed my SIM card and replaced it with my alternate line which he never had.
Debauchery…. I’d doubt if either of us slept at all through the night. Obviously, we were both pinned down by guilt, tormented, debased and devastated. A child that eventually eats of what he keeps vigil for would definitely doze off.. We have both tasted of the forbidden fruit in New Haven and we