Wednesday, 2 January 2019

Evening tales_ in love with a mermaid(episode 1)

Episode 1
I woke up early that morning with a rumbling stomach,which reasons cannot be far fetched from a little imagination, yeah I slept off last night after a tedious hawking on the busy street and I forgot to eat my dinner.i checked my mums bed which consist of a little bed that has weird off remaining a Little part and she was not on the bed.i quickly kneelt down say some quick prayer and I rushed to the window to check what the time could be for there was no watch or clock to know the actual time . and I find out that it was still very late in the night probably 5am,i quickly arranged my bed which consists of different bags of cement been sowed together and a pillow that was filled with rags and I kept them under the only table in the room then I went out to look for my mum.

I saw my mum bending her head to blow the fire she had made and a small pot on the fire,i stood immensely at the door with tears tripping down my eyes and I tried cleaning them off with the back of my hands which kinda triggered her attention on me and she turned back with a bright smile on her face which I could easily see from where I was standing with the aid of the fire close to her and she quickly stood up and put me in a tight hug.
“don’t cry my son,today is too special for you to cry”she said in a cool voice wiping my tears with the wrapper on her waist.
I called slowly raising my head to stare at her beautiful face even though I was not seeing her face,i know she is very beautiful.
“yes my jewel”she replied with the sweet Smile again which trigger a bright smile on my face too.
“I will take care of you mum, I promise you mum I will work so hard and face my study like my life depend on it”i exclaimed with so much confidence and she tighten the hug on me.
“I believe you son, you are trying so hard already am sorry for making you to pass through this tribulation of life at this esrly age”she reply in a crack voice which later failed her as tears were seen dropping down from her eyes and I cried too along with her.

“I love you mum”.
“l love you too my son”
she replied with a cheerful smile.
“now go and get Ready for your New school”.she said and I smiled disengaging the hug and I headed for the door to the house.

“ututu oma”i turned back and greeted her in my local dialect and she smiled.
“I thought you won’t greet me today because you are becoming a big boy na”she said and smiled and I dash into the house to do my morning chours as the day was getting brighter already.

oh sorry for my manners I forgot to introduce myself I was taken away with that emotional chit chat with my sweet mum,my all in all and my best of the best.i am wisdom wealth a 16 years old boy introduce into the crawl world of hardship at the tender age of 9.

My dad was a well to do young man with two companies in Lagos and here in Imo state.he died untimely To what the doctor describe as food poisoning and my mum was accused of killing him.we were driven into the street with nothing by my father families and we have slept in the street for 3 mum Hawk on the street for years just to take care of me the little she could.we slept at people bacony, under the bridge and so many nasty places until My mum gathered a little money which she used to rent this small house with a room and parlour and it has served us a great help. life in the street is not easy that was what i have been made to understand in my tender age. my mum save a Little money and she used it to start a small petty shop,selling food stuffs outside the house and she stopped her Hawking on the street which I picked up to assist her the little I can even though she was totally against me hawking things for people.i hawk from Monday to Friday when am back from school and on Saturday I hawk all around-the-clock in the whole city resting only on Sunday and it never for once stopped me from being immensely brilliant topping my whole school and I was awarded a scholarship by the board in my Alma mater to continue my stud0y at the prestigious kings college a school were I never dreamt I can even smell the gate not to talk of being counted among the students.
to be continued…….
Writer: Kelvin Martin
Publisher: Stanley Onyechere

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