Happy New Year

I wish you and yours a happy new year. Better things to come.
I resume blogging in 2015…can’t wait to hear from you.
Resolutions are over rated, but all the same, do you have any?

USMAN: The demise

Happy Independence day fellow Nigerians.

Happy new month everybody.

Here is the second part of Usman’s story.

We had just finished the last paper in that term’s exam. It was on a Friday.

We were supposed to be excited but we were not- Usman had not been around that day, his brothers said he was down with malaria. For him to have missed school it must have been very serious because since I knew him he had never missed school. So me and about four of my friends decided to go check on him that Friday.

On other days, we entered their house shouting and disturbing the neighbourhood. This day however, we were so sober and quiet as we stepped into the house where Usman and his family lived.

I, at first told my friends that I would stay outside- I did not want to go in and see him in a sick state. I didn’t want to see that side of him. I loved the vibrant and inspiring young man. My friends went in and I waited to hear them talk so that I would just hear the voice of my dear friend Usman. I did not hear his voice.

I slowly walked into the house. I wanted to tell him that he had to come to school on Monday so that he could sit for the paper he missed.

He was lying on the three seater chair. His mum was seated there on the same chair near where his head was. He was smiling as one of my friend talked to him. I did not sit. I should have stayed outside because I did not like the way he was just lying there helpless: looking so lean and tired. Just smiling (as usual).

On the other hand I was glad I went in to see him, for that was the last time I saw him…last time ever.

As my friends and I were about to leave that day, one of us whispered to the rest of us, “Should we pray?”

Now, Usman’s family was a typical muslim one and among my friends that were at the house at that time was no muslim. So if we were to pray, it would have been in a Christian way. So, in a whisper too, another friend said, “We don’t know if his mum will like it.”

And that was how we left that day.

The thought that we should have tried the prayer thing kept bothering me. I did not know why. It was not as if I was as Christianly as I am now. Neither was I the one who raised the praying issue. But I thought I could have insisted that we at least tried, then if the mum had stopped us that would have been a different issue.

I was so bothered that I actually fell ill over that weekend and could not go to school on Monday. Though exams were over my school was always fun and one would not want to miss out.

My younger brother went to school that Monday and when he came back I asked him if he saw Usman in school.
“They said Senior Usman is dead.”
That was what my brother told me and right there on our own three-seater where I laid, my heart skipped a beat and my mind went back to Friday.

For a very very very long time I wondered if he would not have died if we had prayed that day.

Baby Mosquito

“But I am hungry”, the baby mosquito said.

“No.”

“I may die of hunger.”

“I said no.”

Baby mosquito looked at his mother with hatred. She was very wicked.

“Your father died from this same cause.”

“I’m different.”

“Still no.”

“Father told me the secret.”

“And he used it to get himself killed.”

“He was four weeks old and due for death anyway.”

“You cannot go into that room- it has been poisoned.”

“Father used to say I was resistant to the poisonous spray.”

“We are not from the Mosrino clan..they are the resistant ones. As long as I am still alive you are not going into that room and that is final.”

“That is not fair.”

Silence.

“Father would have allowed me be a man.”

Silence.

“Father’s spirit is not at rest. He wants you to allow me go.”

“Nice try. Your father died with his spirit. After he was weakened by the spray poison, the female human crushed him beneath her gigantic foot.. That’s two deaths-body and spirit.”

“But…”

“Now you want to go into the female’s room just after she used the poison. No way.”

Silence.

“This is the plan- we wait a little and go into their baby’s room. They use less of the poison there.”

Baby mosquito sulked. He wanted the female’s blood. He alone understood why.

Interesting people

Interesting people I’ve met this year-

GLORIA

She was married on Saturday and was at the NYSC orientation camp on Tuesday.
Who does that?!

FEYI

My first impression about her was a snob. Don’t blame me, she looks like one of those people you see and just know they have a degree in snobbishness, but she is not. Infact she is very, very friendly and we have a lot in common.

She dances, does not eat much, likes to be involved in a lot of things and does make up professionally. So Peace,Bukola,Funmi,you people can bring your eyebrows for trimming (or shaving…lol) now.
On a serious note, I could be the next Tara or Mac soon thanks to this very dark complexioned vibrant lady.

I did not post over the weekend because it was time off on Writing 101….man needs to rest, daily something is not easy.

Letter at my door step

Dear God,

I have tried to be a good child since daddy and mummy had that fight that made them separate.

My big sister is seeking another father in her boyfriend and he does not treat her well, but she says that’s how men are programmed to be.

My big brother is always going out with these new friends he got and I think they are really doing bad stuffs.

My younger sister is angry at everybody. She thinks we all are the cause of daddy leaving.

I heard recently that one could speak to you. I am writing this to let you know that I will speak to you about my family tonight. I want to inform you ahead of time to please bring my daddy back so things can be good once again.

Thank You in advance God.

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you
deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s
addressed. Write a story about this encounter.’-Day 5 Writing 101

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