"Long live NYSC, long live Ebonyi State, & long live Nigeria, thank you." The hall plunged into an uproar of applaud as the first lecturer left d podium for his sit on d high table having delivered a 45 minits lectures on d roles corp members shld play in d implementation of Govt policies. Homom lookd @ his wrist watch which displayed 9:40am, d hall wuz still in applaud so he jst sat dia reminiscing his morning earlier on. He had accomplishd evry task he lined up for accomplishing in a short period of his morning & still made it early to his lectures, wit exception to breakfast though. He wuz lookn good 2day, dat he knew & intended gettn attention. Upon arrival @ d venue, his fellow corp members further confirmed his dressing wit d compliments de rained on him. Dia wuz anoda grumble in his stomach, & d bitter fact of his tommy state ruined d sweetness of his current thoughts. He turnd 2 d left in search 4 solution no mata hw little & further 2 d rite. "Ehen Tope! Lemi get dat Kola abeg" "tot u said u've neva eatn it?" "Wuz only kiddn abeg, gimi sumfin joor" she searched her hand bag & retrieved d kola dat wuz servd to begin d lectures accordn to d Ibo tradition, & gave it to him. Wit a hungry eye, he excavated d kola too big for a 1st timer & 2 hide d reaction of his face to d ugly bitterness. He chewed & chewed wit d hope dat dis bitterness wld usher in sweetness soon. Dis wuz much for him so he returnd d rest of d kola to Tope who was concentrating on d emcee as such didn't observe Homom's predicament & d hangn hand of half Kola.
wat happened in d next 3 minits wuznt in Homom's to do list, d ground refused to open & swallow him @ dat very instant & d real attention he craved strolled in. D lecture wuz immediately paused as its audience in amazement, shifted virtually allaf her gaze to Homom who jst puked a greenish, liquid & sticky substance wit particles of chewed Kolanut.
Monday, 26 August 2013
Friday, 30 November 2012
Just a call
Just one phone call and his life would turn around, just a particular phone call and his misery would get the boots, its only a phone call he needed now so he and his pregnant girl friend could reap the supposed dividends of this cohabitation, so when Halima asked her boy friend ''Emeka, wouldn't you eat first?'' this was his reply ''Halima my sweet, Halima the mother of my unborn child, i need to get this phone fully charged now, you know this phone call has the POWER TO DO AND UNDO?'' Yes indeed, just a phone call could have the power to do and undo. Approximately 4 and a half hours later, Emeka returned looking very exhausted and dehydrated. The stench escorting him pointed bath, bath, bath... but the grumbling stomach opposed, so he demanded for his meal with a little temper. ''guess what? My mumu parents just ca...'' Emeka interrupted angrily ''look, u just heard me right?'', ''but i am getting the...'', ''just get me my meal would you? If you are tired of staying with me, u can pleas go back to your parents so that they can keep forcing you to wear Hijab and ...'' just then the long awaited call came and the whole house turned dead silent while they listened to the ringtone sway happily in an echo into the small compartments of the rented one bedroom flat. ''hello... Yes it is, good ev... Where?... Yeah i know... be right there now... Thank you very much, may the Heavenly Lord bless you.'' he dropped d call and suddenly became lively again ''my sweet, pop pop pop something'', ''to hell with you'' she replied angrily. He retreated and left the house quietly, ''no be your fault'' when i come back with this fortune, make i see whether you no go bow to my feet he thought.Mr. Alabi was a very careful man, who respect all traffic rules when driving, so when his wife kept calling his phone, he refused to receive the call but when the phone rang for the 5th time and this time around it was his girl friend, he immediately received the call as such didn't notice when a young man so obsessed with thoughts, was crossing the road. JUST A CALL, and a life was lost by motor accident. Emeka had been long dead since before Mr. Alabi could get the police and an ambulance.
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