It is one of those things I dont understand.
Sincerely, it beats me like hell. I wish someone could explain to me why I should remain in this state after burning the midnight candles and toiling relentlessly in the university! These were my thoughts that cold February morning before I was jolted out of my reminiscence by my fathers voice. There was no mistake about it. I needed not a soothsayer to tell me it was to run another errand for him. It seemed the only thing I was good at owing to my situation. Even though I didnt feel completely happy about it, I was grateful that at least I was useful to my family. Mum and Dad spent a fortune on my education and still provided for my daily bread.
I had to tolerate my mother and siblings oddities only because their expectations were not met. I couldnt blame myself either knowing full well how hard I tried to graduate top of my class. I could vividly recollect how good I was in my academics during my school days. Everyone wanted to be my friend. I had nothing to do with social activities because I needed to focus on my studies squarely and make my parents proud. How wrong I was or so I thought! After two years of graduation, I was still running errands and my dad who believes so much in light at the end of the tunnel wouldnt stop to support me.
I used to be my mums favourite for I had brought home awards from different competitions but not anymore. Chyke, my younger brother who was known on campus as the ladies guy was always on my mums lips. No minute would pass by without Chykes name being mentioned. My mum sang his praises like a god to be worshipped. Maybe good things dont happen to good people, I thought to myself. I was serious, religious and devoted to the campus fellowship that I belonged to. But Chyke was a complete foil to me. He was everything I wasnt. He went to nightclubs in and out of school, drank, smoked and had to resit most of his courses before graduation.
Today, he is a successful banker. Even though I graduated before him, he got a job few months after graduation with a bank and had to do some underground jobs to be posted to the same bank for his National Youth Service. Luckily for him, he was retained.
Sometimes, I felt a bit jealous of my kid brother. But why should I? He is my kid brother and has done me no wrong to deserve my jealousy. Just that he has been a little bit selfish and indifferent to my problems.The errand I had to run for my dad took me to Enugu metropolis, As I peeped through the window of the commercial bus on transit. I saw students in their large number trooped in and out of the University of Nigeria Enugu Campus. The memories of my university days occupied my head and at that moment, I wished I could turn back the hands of time to live like my younger brother. Maybe I would have been a working class guy by now.Immediately our bus passed the campus gate, it developed a fault and the passengers alighted to look for other means to get to their destinations. The bus conductor was rude and refused to refund the fare. At that moment, I thought it was unfair. I confronted him but the outcome was so embarrassing. As one thing led to another, we had a brawl which led to him man-handling my shirt and my trousers were torn in toto. What a show of shame! When I came back to my senses, I became so ashamed of myself. But it was late.
The deed has been done. Blames were heaped on me for fighting a thug. Remorsefully, I felt it and I knew a part of me was sad for myself. But who would understand me? Tears welled up in my eyes. I didnt know who to blame for my predicament: my family? brother?government or God?. With my heart so shattered, I went to a corner and sat down.The money? Gosh! I noticed that the money I was instructed by my dad to deliver to a client was no longer there. I hurried back to the scene of the brawl, nothing was there. The place has been deserted. Since I had nothing on me, I had to walk back home with so much anger and frustration.What happened on my way back home could be better imagined than told.
Join us on the next episode as events unfold itself.
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Sincerely, it beats me like hell. I wish someone could explain to me why I should remain in this state after burning the midnight candles and toiling relentlessly in the university! These were my thoughts that cold February morning before I was jolted out of my reminiscence by my fathers voice. There was no mistake about it. I needed not a soothsayer to tell me it was to run another errand for him. It seemed the only thing I was good at owing to my situation. Even though I didnt feel completely happy about it, I was grateful that at least I was useful to my family. Mum and Dad spent a fortune on my education and still provided for my daily bread.
I had to tolerate my mother and siblings oddities only because their expectations were not met. I couldnt blame myself either knowing full well how hard I tried to graduate top of my class. I could vividly recollect how good I was in my academics during my school days. Everyone wanted to be my friend. I had nothing to do with social activities because I needed to focus on my studies squarely and make my parents proud. How wrong I was or so I thought! After two years of graduation, I was still running errands and my dad who believes so much in light at the end of the tunnel wouldnt stop to support me.
I used to be my mums favourite for I had brought home awards from different competitions but not anymore. Chyke, my younger brother who was known on campus as the ladies guy was always on my mums lips. No minute would pass by without Chykes name being mentioned. My mum sang his praises like a god to be worshipped. Maybe good things dont happen to good people, I thought to myself. I was serious, religious and devoted to the campus fellowship that I belonged to. But Chyke was a complete foil to me. He was everything I wasnt. He went to nightclubs in and out of school, drank, smoked and had to resit most of his courses before graduation.
Today, he is a successful banker. Even though I graduated before him, he got a job few months after graduation with a bank and had to do some underground jobs to be posted to the same bank for his National Youth Service. Luckily for him, he was retained.
Sometimes, I felt a bit jealous of my kid brother. But why should I? He is my kid brother and has done me no wrong to deserve my jealousy. Just that he has been a little bit selfish and indifferent to my problems.The errand I had to run for my dad took me to Enugu metropolis, As I peeped through the window of the commercial bus on transit. I saw students in their large number trooped in and out of the University of Nigeria Enugu Campus. The memories of my university days occupied my head and at that moment, I wished I could turn back the hands of time to live like my younger brother. Maybe I would have been a working class guy by now.Immediately our bus passed the campus gate, it developed a fault and the passengers alighted to look for other means to get to their destinations. The bus conductor was rude and refused to refund the fare. At that moment, I thought it was unfair. I confronted him but the outcome was so embarrassing. As one thing led to another, we had a brawl which led to him man-handling my shirt and my trousers were torn in toto. What a show of shame! When I came back to my senses, I became so ashamed of myself. But it was late.
The deed has been done. Blames were heaped on me for fighting a thug. Remorsefully, I felt it and I knew a part of me was sad for myself. But who would understand me? Tears welled up in my eyes. I didnt know who to blame for my predicament: my family? brother?government or God?. With my heart so shattered, I went to a corner and sat down.The money? Gosh! I noticed that the money I was instructed by my dad to deliver to a client was no longer there. I hurried back to the scene of the brawl, nothing was there. The place has been deserted. Since I had nothing on me, I had to walk back home with so much anger and frustration.What happened on my way back home could be better imagined than told.
Join us on the next episode as events unfold itself.
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