The sun was at its peak.
The intensity of the sun on my skin was unbearable. It was as if the sun was sent by only God knows who to torment me. The perspiration that ran down my forehead would be sufficient for preparing a cup of garri. Having walked that far distance towards home with my boots which I felt I should have removed and walk bare footed.
Worries got hold of me. I wondered how my father would take my story. How would I convince him that the money he instructed me to give to one of his costumers was not spent by me but lost in the brawl? The more I thought about how to get my neck out of that net, the more I sweated profusely. Even the sweat around my armpit and some parts of my body could visibly show how exhausted and worried I was.
Anyone that walk past me that very trying moment might have pity on me, or conclude that a new lunatic has emerged in town. I was so completely fagged out that I couldnt walk any longer. Thirst and hunger gnawed me. I decided to stop at a bus stop nearby. Why I took such decision? I honestly didnt have an inkling. Hawkers were seen doing their daily business. I almost beckoned on a sachet water seller at least to quench my nagging thirst when I recollected I had no money on me.
Frustration was written boldly on my forehead. I could not fathom the crime I have committed to be subjected to that kind of difficulties. I was alone in my thought when I heard my name called. Turning towards the caller, I spotted Rose my next door neighbour in her beautiful Toyota Camry. Spotted by her side was her son Junior. What are you doing here, Richard? she yelled. She was utterly surprised at my pathetic appearance
What are you doing here she asked again with some kind of disbelief. I kept mute not because I lacked words to relate my ordeal, I was deeply immersed in shame: the shame I could have averted.
As Rose was certain she couldnt get me to talk at that moment, she opened the door of her car for me to join her in. I went to pick Junior from school. I got a call he wasnt feeling too well, she intoned since she wasnt comfortable with the silence that had taken over the atmosphere in the car. About five minutes into our ride, she asked again Richy, what happened to your clothes. And this time, she was ready to persuade me to talk. I totally gave in. I had a fight with someone, I said trying to maintain a straight face as I wouldnt want to make a discussion about it. Richard, you shouldnt go about fighting. Look at how messy you look, she preached. Instantly, I felt like a kid being scolded by her mother. The message was clear to Rose as she decided to change the topic. How has job hunt been? she enquired. I didnt waste time to tell her how fruitless my efforts were and how fed up I was in searching for a job. She encouraged me not to relent. A job will certainly come soon, she said as if she has a job reserved for me somewhere. Her face beamed with a radiating smile all in the name of trying to help me loosen up. Rose, in her late thirties, was a typical African woman. She was genuine, nice and beautiful.
Junior broke the silence. Mum! he called I thought dad is looking for a driver? Yes. Why? Rose asked Maybe, Uncle Richard can take the job since you two are talking about a job he said looking at me from his seat. Junior, uncle Richy does not need that kind of job, she retorted, trying not to make me feel belittled. Why? Junior continued. Because he is a graduate and needs a job from a big company? What is wrong with driving? The little boy quipped. At that moment, Ros who couldnt swallow those demeaning words hushed him but I intervened. Thank buddy I calmly said. I will think about it As far as I am concerned, junior has done nothing wrong. He was only trying to help out the little way he could. I reached out my hands from where I sat and patted him on his shoulder. You shouldnt mind him Richy Rose pleaded.
Rose dropped me off in front of our compound. I thanked her, alighted and hurriedly headed up the stairs. Mum was the first person I saw as I opened the door. She was gorgeously dressed obviously for an event. She cast her gaze on my rumpled shirt and torn trousers. She was so enraged at me that she ignored my greetings. She rolled her eyes in obvious revulsion. There was no mistake about it. She was struck with loathsome on merely seeing me.
I trudged to the sitting room where dad was. He was tapping his leg on the floor with a paper in his hand. The look on his face was hostile. He was so furious. He must have called his customer to confirm if the money got to him.
Daddy! I called out. I am sorry. I lost the money. I can explain I pleaded knowing how stern and ill-tempered dad could be mostly in a situation like this.
I drew closer to dad, knelt down and was about explaining what had happened. Dad sprang to his feet. The moment he did that I knew that the worst was going to happen; that I was going to be embarrassed. But what I didnt know was the colour of the embarrassment.
In a twinkle of an eye, I received a resounding slap from dad. The slap was swift and intense that I heard this funny wiiiiii sound in my head. That was not enough. Dad heaped insults on me. You are a foolish boy, he howled. Have I not been giving you money to support your jobless sorry ass? Must you play this cheap prank to steal from me? Are you sorry? Of course, you should be sorry because thenceforth, you will no longer get a dime from me. You will rot in this house and bolted out. I was deeply hurt. How could dad think less of me? I have never stolen a pin from him or others.
I hurried to my room. My mind was made up. I could not stay under the same roof with dad under that strained atmosphere. I must leave but where I was leaving to, I didnt have the minutes idea of. Silent tears circled in my eyes as I picked a few belongs of mine. But something happened. Something in me spoke. Remove your boot my intuition spoke. And I listened to her.
To my almost surprise, the money I thought was lost fell off from my boot. My energy and enjoy returned to me in abundance. Once again, my intuition had guided me. I shouted and dashed out of my room to dads. I handed the money to him and explained how it was found. It must have slipped into my boot as the pocket of the trousers got torn.
At that moment, I could bet my life that dad wanted to apologise but I wasnt cut out for that as I quietly left his room.
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The intensity of the sun on my skin was unbearable. It was as if the sun was sent by only God knows who to torment me. The perspiration that ran down my forehead would be sufficient for preparing a cup of garri. Having walked that far distance towards home with my boots which I felt I should have removed and walk bare footed.
Worries got hold of me. I wondered how my father would take my story. How would I convince him that the money he instructed me to give to one of his costumers was not spent by me but lost in the brawl? The more I thought about how to get my neck out of that net, the more I sweated profusely. Even the sweat around my armpit and some parts of my body could visibly show how exhausted and worried I was.
Anyone that walk past me that very trying moment might have pity on me, or conclude that a new lunatic has emerged in town. I was so completely fagged out that I couldnt walk any longer. Thirst and hunger gnawed me. I decided to stop at a bus stop nearby. Why I took such decision? I honestly didnt have an inkling. Hawkers were seen doing their daily business. I almost beckoned on a sachet water seller at least to quench my nagging thirst when I recollected I had no money on me.
Frustration was written boldly on my forehead. I could not fathom the crime I have committed to be subjected to that kind of difficulties. I was alone in my thought when I heard my name called. Turning towards the caller, I spotted Rose my next door neighbour in her beautiful Toyota Camry. Spotted by her side was her son Junior. What are you doing here, Richard? she yelled. She was utterly surprised at my pathetic appearance
What are you doing here she asked again with some kind of disbelief. I kept mute not because I lacked words to relate my ordeal, I was deeply immersed in shame: the shame I could have averted.
As Rose was certain she couldnt get me to talk at that moment, she opened the door of her car for me to join her in. I went to pick Junior from school. I got a call he wasnt feeling too well, she intoned since she wasnt comfortable with the silence that had taken over the atmosphere in the car. About five minutes into our ride, she asked again Richy, what happened to your clothes. And this time, she was ready to persuade me to talk. I totally gave in. I had a fight with someone, I said trying to maintain a straight face as I wouldnt want to make a discussion about it. Richard, you shouldnt go about fighting. Look at how messy you look, she preached. Instantly, I felt like a kid being scolded by her mother. The message was clear to Rose as she decided to change the topic. How has job hunt been? she enquired. I didnt waste time to tell her how fruitless my efforts were and how fed up I was in searching for a job. She encouraged me not to relent. A job will certainly come soon, she said as if she has a job reserved for me somewhere. Her face beamed with a radiating smile all in the name of trying to help me loosen up. Rose, in her late thirties, was a typical African woman. She was genuine, nice and beautiful.
Junior broke the silence. Mum! he called I thought dad is looking for a driver? Yes. Why? Rose asked Maybe, Uncle Richard can take the job since you two are talking about a job he said looking at me from his seat. Junior, uncle Richy does not need that kind of job, she retorted, trying not to make me feel belittled. Why? Junior continued. Because he is a graduate and needs a job from a big company? What is wrong with driving? The little boy quipped. At that moment, Ros who couldnt swallow those demeaning words hushed him but I intervened. Thank buddy I calmly said. I will think about it As far as I am concerned, junior has done nothing wrong. He was only trying to help out the little way he could. I reached out my hands from where I sat and patted him on his shoulder. You shouldnt mind him Richy Rose pleaded.
Rose dropped me off in front of our compound. I thanked her, alighted and hurriedly headed up the stairs. Mum was the first person I saw as I opened the door. She was gorgeously dressed obviously for an event. She cast her gaze on my rumpled shirt and torn trousers. She was so enraged at me that she ignored my greetings. She rolled her eyes in obvious revulsion. There was no mistake about it. She was struck with loathsome on merely seeing me.
I trudged to the sitting room where dad was. He was tapping his leg on the floor with a paper in his hand. The look on his face was hostile. He was so furious. He must have called his customer to confirm if the money got to him.
Daddy! I called out. I am sorry. I lost the money. I can explain I pleaded knowing how stern and ill-tempered dad could be mostly in a situation like this.
I drew closer to dad, knelt down and was about explaining what had happened. Dad sprang to his feet. The moment he did that I knew that the worst was going to happen; that I was going to be embarrassed. But what I didnt know was the colour of the embarrassment.
In a twinkle of an eye, I received a resounding slap from dad. The slap was swift and intense that I heard this funny wiiiiii sound in my head. That was not enough. Dad heaped insults on me. You are a foolish boy, he howled. Have I not been giving you money to support your jobless sorry ass? Must you play this cheap prank to steal from me? Are you sorry? Of course, you should be sorry because thenceforth, you will no longer get a dime from me. You will rot in this house and bolted out. I was deeply hurt. How could dad think less of me? I have never stolen a pin from him or others.
I hurried to my room. My mind was made up. I could not stay under the same roof with dad under that strained atmosphere. I must leave but where I was leaving to, I didnt have the minutes idea of. Silent tears circled in my eyes as I picked a few belongs of mine. But something happened. Something in me spoke. Remove your boot my intuition spoke. And I listened to her.
To my almost surprise, the money I thought was lost fell off from my boot. My energy and enjoy returned to me in abundance. Once again, my intuition had guided me. I shouted and dashed out of my room to dads. I handed the money to him and explained how it was found. It must have slipped into my boot as the pocket of the trousers got torn.
At that moment, I could bet my life that dad wanted to apologise but I wasnt cut out for that as I quietly left his room.
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