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THE LEGACY YOU LEFT US.
As I step out of my friend's house after a pleasant visit he, Ifeanyi told me to wait let him turn off his power generating set before escorting me out of the gate. As he did so, the light in his house instantly went off and from within his house, I heard his 5year old son, Edward say "NEPA" with sadness in his voice. Edward knew how to speak long after the power sector had been privatised and the name NEPA seized to function. But he knew the word and associated it with whenever there wasn't light. Ifeanyi met me in front of his house and escorted me to the gate. We shared a few extra pleasantries, he thanked me once again for the visit and bid me farewell.
Ifeanyi's house was not close to any major road so I had to trek a little distance before I could get a cab to my house. It must have rained the previous night because the un-tarred roads of his street were muddy and had several pot holes filled with water which had mixed with sand making it look light brown. The gutter on the side of the road wasn't covered so I could see inside it. It was almost full, with different types of waste, from pure water sachets, to empty plastic bottles, I even saw a used diaper inside the gutter. As I walked down, two boys and a girl who were probably not older than 15years passed me by. They were each carrying a bucket of water on their heads. I noticed one of the boys still had his school uniform shirt on. As they passed me by I heard a little of their conversation, the little I heard were all in pidgin english. But from their words, you would know that the pidgin english they spoke wasn't by choice but rather it was the only form of english they knew and yet they were, or at least one of them was being educated.
As I walked on, a man in a nice suit quickly walked passed me. His dark blue suit with a sky blue long sleeve shirt was really nice. He had a brown shoe that shone brighter than gold. I wondered to myself if his shoe-repairer(shoemaker) had a PhD in shoe-shining. As the man was about entering a compound just a few houses ahead of me, two very light-skinned children ran up to him from the other side of the road and raised their palms upwards thrusted at him with a look on their faces that only many long days of starvation could create on a child. These two children, girls, were not more than 8years old. They wore oversized tshirts and long skirts. One look at them and you knew they haven't had their baths in days. Their clothes were dirty and they were both barefooted. But even in sure tardiness, these little girls still had a beauty that could rival any other little girl in the world that was borne into privilege and wealth. The man in that really nice suit slowed down a bit, turned to look at the girls, frowned then shouted at them to get away from there. I was able to get a good look at his face. It looked a little familiar but I couldn't place it immediately. The little girls weren't fazed by his response, they just turn and ran back to where they came from. As I got to the compound the man entered, I saw that it was the compound of a pentecostal church and a signboard on the wall had a picture of the man. He was the general overseer of the church. That was when I finally remembered. I see his face on that signboard whenever I go to see Ifeanyi. I simply shook my head and continued walking.
The clouds which had started getting dark just before I left Ifeanyi's house began to rumble. Ran was coming. I walked faster until I got to a junction. Luckily, I found a cab. We haggled a little about price to the area I live before we agreed on a price. As I got in, I tried to put on the seat belt, but the belt was covered in dust and was stuck. I asked the cab driver what was wrong with the seat belt to which he laughed and said I should worry about seat belt that police doesn't check it. I responded by saying that police wasn't my problem but safety. He said I shouldn't worry about that too, that he drives well. He himself wasn't wearing a seat belt. I wanted to stop the cab and get down but it had started to drizzle. I needed to get home before it became a torrential downpour, I wasn't with an umbrella.
As we moved closer towards my house, we were flagged down by some policemen who had established a checkpoint on the road. One of the policemen bent down to look inside the car, the driver greeted him and the policeman responded by asking if the cab driver won't "do" weekend for him. The cab driver understood the coded question and dug his hand into a pocket on the side of his car door. He pulled out a hundred naira note and gave the policeman. The policeman said hundred naira was too small but the cab driver pleaded that he had just started work for the day to which the policeman said OK and let us pass.
Once again I simply just shook my head and let out a deep sigh. The cab driver slowed down to a stop at a traffic light and immediately a number of people descended on the cab and other cars that stopped at the traffic light. They were hawking different items, from gala to lacasera to bottled and sachet water to plantain chips and so on. The driver bought one gala sausage roll and one sachet of water which he opened and ate immediately. The traffic light turned green so the journey resumed. After a few minutes of munching, he finished the gala and nonchalantly threw the gala wrap out of the window on the road. He grabbed the sachet of water, put one edge of the sachet in his mouth and tore off the nylon which he spat out the window. He then squeezed the sachet of water into his mouth till it was finished and once again, he nonchalantly threw the sachet wrap out of the window and on the road.
At that point, I was tired of shaking my head so I just looked away out of my own window which didn't even help because I saw a woman run out from her house in the rain carrying a dustbin in her hand. She got to the gutter and dumped the contents of her dustbin into it. Seeing this, I decided it was best I close my eyes.
Eventually the cab stopped, I opened my eyes and notice we had gotten to the front of my house, so I paid the cab driver and getting out in the rain, I ran into my compound. I got to my flat and unlocked the door. I went to the bedroom, changed out of my wet clothes, spread them in the bathroom then went to put on the TV. Nothing interesting was showing, so I tuned to the news channel. It was a breaking news showing. The Islamic terrorist group, Boko Haram had bombed a mosque and the death toll was massive. As I began to lament the loss of lives, all who would not be able to see the new year, the power went out. And I too, like little Edward said in sadness, "NEPA".

I see a nice story coming up!! Make i rest here jhnr *spreads banana leaves* please update

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