I Lost It – NJOKU NONSO EMMANUEL

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The sun illuminated through the hole called window, sending scalding ultraviolet rays down to my face as I romanced the pegged-down bed which my sleeping matter laid on. At 10, my long legs and mature face made me look manlier than my age which I later knew to be caused by high secretion of thyroxine. Being the first out of three had so many responsibilities, like I had to sweep our section of compound plus the interior – thanks to our tenants who would sweep theirs, if not, my story could have changed, Preparing breakfast which my siblings will eat before going to school became an everyday routine. It was really pain-staking doing everything by myself. I complained countless of times to my parents but they were head bent on their non-exalting insinuations that “A first child will always be a first child”.

“If Chiemerie, my younger brother will take my birthright like Jacob, so be it,” I would always reply while my father will laugh it off labelling it to be a Child’s talk. More reason, I concluded within me that he dislikes me to his favourite kids – Chiemerie and Ada which made me Isolate myself from telling my parents my ordeals, knowing they will do nothing. Growing up, I understood my hard parents has always loved me, their love was hidden in a pink script which I couldn’t understand with my shallow thinking.

“Nonso, Nonso, Ebee ka nwaa no?” My mother’s voice echoed throughout the whole room. The intensity in which it travelled mesmerized scientific elucidations. I needed no soothsayer to tell me the book of havoc about to be opened. I quickly sprang up my bed and knelt down. “Nonso, Nonso,” the call continued as she barged into my room. I just kept mute. It has always been a tradition in our house-not to disturb someone praying. She calmed down on seeing me.

“Do fast!! The time is 6:30am, Prayer Warrior,” she blurted getting out of my room. I heaved a sigh of relief before getting on my feet to do my everyday routine. I hurried up, before 7:40. My siblings were already on their school bus while I dressed up for mine, not after getting blasted by my parents about how unserious I have been about my academics. They even talked about how I failed woefully last term by taking the third position which got my thinking how my lateness to school brought about this early tongue lashing.

Reaching my school, the teachers for late-discipline, has already started their heavenly flogs. I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed one of my schoolmates; cry badly like someone being stung by a bee, without me knowing that today had so many reserves for me, which I never imagined. The day studies went as always as form teacher kept dishing out advice to read ahead of our common entrance examination which was coming in few days’ time. The bell rang signaling the time for break. My close pal gave me a piece of paper, after elaborating who gave it to him- Ogonna, the oldest girl in class. I quickly opened it and saw “I LOVE YOU” written in her blemish handwriting. I looked at her direction and she was winking at me. I couldn’t digest what she was trying to portray. My friend noticed the change in my countenance and looked into the paper before laughing.

“Chiedu, what is it?” I asked surprised by his action.

“You just won a jackpot” He said running away.

“Noonoo!!” I heard Ogonna call out.  I matched to where she was seated, Handing the piece of paper back to her.

“Yes, I gave it to you,”

“Why?”
“Come, I have something to show you,” she said dragging my hand. Still holding me, she led me to one of the uncompleted building in our school.

“What are we doing here?” I asked surprised.

“Don’t be a shy boy,” she said pulling her skirt up revealing her center of gravity while I jerked in surprise.

“What are you doing?” I said turning to run while she grabbed me.

“Where do you think you are going?” she asked and I shook my head feebly.

“See I have done this with Edu, so why are you behaving like this?” she said pulling down…..

Extract from:  {Merchant of Life 2014} by Njoku Nonso Emmanuel.

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