jaymomma:


For real?

Yeah and i will reveal d face behind it whn d story ends

marioking:

Yeah and i will reveal d face behind it whn d story ends

Cant wait

Things went from bad to worse; I would smoke Marijuana from morning to night just to run from my own fears and feelings. I would forget all about the problems at the point I smoked and started having the heavenly feelings but will later come back to haunt me whenever I came back to my senses.

I started making new set of friends. It was then I knew that people tends to change as their status and situations changes. I dropped nearly all my good friends for bad ones. I can nearly distinguished different types of marijuana from each other. I would wake up early in the morning and went straight to the'Bunk' where marijuana is being sold and smoked till around 3p.m before coming back home. This became my daily routine and I started losing my sanity but I couldn’t know.

I made sure that these actions of mine were hidden from my grandmas and some relatives. I forgot anything about schooling and I focused mainly on wiping away sorrows.

THREE MONTHS LATER
I was coming back from the bunk one day and had already smoked and drank to stupor when my Uncle, Niyi called on me and informed straight away that we are heading to Lagos the following day because Uncle Wole’s condition has relapse and he is critically down.

“So how is that going to be my problem?” I asked him back with anger.

“Please I understand your point but…..” He pleaded with me to calm me down but I was already out of control.

“How could you understand my pains?” I paused in mixed emotion of pain and anger and continued “I sacrificed my own mummy because of your brother and I couldn’t hear the last wishes of my mum, all because I wanted to satisfy you people’s wishes.” I ranted on and busted into an uncontrollable tear.

“We are sorry and there is little that can be done even if you were around.”

“At least I would have been by her side in those last moments.” I said covering my face with my palm.

“I am truly sorry.” He pleaded.

“But what about the issue of his wife.” I reminded him.

“I have taken care of that, you will be given some stipend to cater for your feeding for the meanwhile.” He assured me.

“Don’t even worry, she will know the differences between Tuyil of yesteryear and Tuyil of today.” I put in without thinking and went in to pack my clothes in preparation for tomorrow’s journey to Lagos.

My uncle’s condition has gotten worse more than my expectation. He could no longer walk and talk. He has been confined unto a wheelchair and you need to guess what he needed or wanted by his actions.
I would bath, clothed, feeds and cleanup for him. I will the one to take him to hospital every Tuesday for his medical check-up. He resides in Badagry and his hospital was Lagos University Teaching Hospital at Ikeja.

I would drive there and come back the same day usually late in the evening and will dropped him at home to go and then leaves for a bunk there because smoking has become part and passel of me.

Mummy noticed that things have changed drastically in my behaviours and she saw me at the backyard smoking hemp one day.

“Uncle, (she normally calls me that) what am I seeing?” she directed the question to me in astonishment.

“Indian hemp and if you are not contented with it, you can flush yourself down the toilet!” I swore at her, puffed smoke in and out into the atmosphere and left her to her amazement.

She would lock her room and kitchen while going to work and would later give me food in the night.
I would laid down in the bedroom and be reminiscing over this life whenever I haven’t smoked, it even got to a time that I started writing poems just to express my feelings.
Here was one I wrote for my birthday and the death of my mum.

ONCE UPON IN MARCH
Once upon in March
He came into this world like a chick
That has just been hatched
Only to grow up to big man soon
But without a sliver spoon.
Never was he idle
But his Destiny is like a riddle.

Once upon in March
She sailed on like a yacht on the sea
Because her smile he no longer see
For death has laid his icy hands on her
He could only laugh with his folded arms.
Standing there grounded, listening to all cries
Only then did he realized that life is like flies
It comes to goes.

And another one when I felt dejected and was hoping for death to come and end all my pains.

BEFORE DUSK
When will I, my head put to rest
On an appeased soil not necessarily in a casket
Happy will i be if I leave while young
While the dew is still wet on the grass
In the absence of funeral gong
Seeing them wail over a lost carcass
Mad with furry will i return
With a furrious spank
For little did they know that,
Dust has gone back to dust
So let me be on my way before Dusk.

I continue taking care of my Uncle for almost two month when suddenly he can no longer recognizes nor respond to stimuli. Luckily it was his appointment day which was Wednesday and I quickly I rushed him down to Ikeja and called his two brothers to inform them about the development. His wife kept on complaining that she needs to attend her brother’s wedding which was slated for the weekend. She followed me to the hospital but left in the evening leaving me alone to take care of her husband.

When it got to the fourth day she has gone, I called her to know maybe she has abandoned her husband here with me in the hospital.

”Hello ma, when are you coming? Because I can no longer understands your husband condition again.” I said to her clutching the steering of the car and twisting it as if it would broke.

“Actually I will stop by to see you tomorrow when I will be going for my brother’s wedding on Saturday.” She said and I can feel the emptiness in her voice.

“Do you just say tomorrow? I asked her with furry and step-out of the car and I mistakenly colluded with a Nurse. I continued without mincing words, “You can’t be serious at all, let me inform you, if you don’t show up as early as 7a.m tomorrow I am leaving this place because I can’t continue suffering for your sake here” I paused for her to answer me but she didn’t. I continued “I have been sleeping outside here for the past three days with mosquitoes and I am also getting down on malaria now and you are there sleeping and snoring loudly in your room”

“Please oga, your noise is disturbing our patients here.” One of the Nurses warned me and I step out of the ward.

She came to her senses and sounds sober. “I am sorry, I will be there early.” She replied me.

“You better be sorry and here as fast as you can.” I said and switched the phone off in my attempt to end the call.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING
I noticed that my Uncle was ominously calm this morning and all of a sudden he could speak though inaudible but at least I can grab some of it. He called me faintly, “Tuyil, thanks s….o mu….ch for all your ca…re and sup…por..t.”

“Thank me later when you are okay.” I said to him with tears dripping down from my eyes to his bed sheet.
“Where a….re my……….. children?” He asked me with tears also streaming down his face.

“They will be here very soon.” I said this to calm him down and stop his questions.

Then all of a sudden he started gasping for breath. I called the Doctor and he asked me to step out so that they can attend to him. Simultaneously his wife entered into the ward and seeing the situation started wailing but ignored her.

I noticed the Doctor shaking his head and I colluded with his wife as both of us tried to enter almost the same time.

“I am very sorry, we lost him.” The Doctor broke the news and went out.

I just sat down on the floor of the ward and keep on wondering what is happening to our family. Could this be a curse? Or is it my ill-luck that is affecting them? Because this man has promised to send me to school before the year runs out, in fact I have already secured admission into a University for the Pre-degree course there.

This is how another dream of mine went into oblivion. And I came back to Ekiti to continue with my wayward behaviours.

Meehn boss did u just say this is true life??
things are happening oo only when u think ur condition is d worst u hear someones own u will forget yours for a while.God bless u boss keep em coming

snowprince07:
Meehn boss did u just say this is true life??
things are happening oo only when u think ur condition is d worst u hear someones own u will forget yours for a while.God bless u boss keep em coming

My boss it is true life story of a Nairalander.
Thanks...more updates on the way

marioking:


My boss it is true life story of a Nairalander.
Thanks...more updates on the way

waiting bro

Cool story... Very touching

snowprince07:
waiting bro

thanks boss...i promise it will be worth waiting for

almacherish:
Cool story... Very touching

Thanks Ma'm

I am sorry for not updating.......I have been very busy in the Hospital today....attending to some screening and Medical test


but manage this short one..

Life seems to be meaningless to me, I wished I could just die and end the pains but death seems to be eluding me. I contemplated suicide but an old man once lived in our street and he used to say that woe to him that commit suicide. This statement always scares me because if I used to think that if I die now I would go straight to hell.

One thing that amazes me these days was that I never doubt the existence of God. But I think He has abandoned me. If he hasn’t, why would all these be happening to an innocent and brilliant kid like me? Is it a curse or an enchantment on me? All these and many more begin to spring up in my mind.

One thing that is very sure is that death follows me wherever I go. Hence, this short poem on my front door.

Life and death
Knightly interwoven like thread
I wish to live but all I see around me is death.

It even got to a time that I lose focus, I bare my mind that what will be will be, that I don’t need to stress myself.

I resigned myself to fate and continue drinking and smoking just to subsides my sorrow and pains.

I had a feeling that nobody want or loves me in this world but I don’t know how to end the life. If only God can give me one wish it would have been to end the world.

hmmm so touching. I'm crying right now. kpele.

Touching

marioking:
Life seems to be meaningless to me, I wished I could just die and end the pains but death seems to be eluding me. I contemplated suicide but an old man once lived in our street and he used to say that woe to him that commit suicide. This statement always scares me because if I used to think that if I die now I would go straight to hell.

One thing that amazes me these days was that I never doubt the existence of God. But I think He has abandoned me. If he hasn’t, why would all these be happening to an innocent and brilliant kid like me? Is it a curse or an enchantment on me? All these and many more begin to spring up in my mind.

One thing that is very sure is that death follows me wherever I go. Hence, this short poem on my front door.

Life and death
Knightly interwoven like thread
I wish to live but all I see around me is death.

It even got to a time that I lose focus, I bare my mind that what will be will be, that I don’t need to stress myself.

I resigned myself to fate and continue drinking and smoking just to subsides my sorrow and pains.

I had a feeling that nobody want or loves me in this world but I don’t know how to end the life. If only God can give me one wish it would have been to end the world.

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pricelesslove:
hmmm so touching. I'm crying right now. kpele.

Weep not Child....for when the arrow of God strikes....the gods are not to blame

this is just the futility of man in the hand of Destiny

tmamuda:
Touching

longest time bro

Paradise163:



Bros what's the problem Na
Kindly come and update us

The problem is that there is just no problem


updates drop very soon

Divepen:
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thanks oo Divepen......all of una wey dey compliments me... its time o come nominate your marioking story naw anyway na joke

marioking:


The problem is that there is just no problem


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When? Howdy bro?

Life dealt many blows to me for the next eleven months which left many scars that are yet to heal on me.

I used to wonder why we human are not equal, why some people are born with joy and success and while some were born to struggle to succeed. Ironically, I fell in-between both categories. Here is a lad that was born with silver spoon but lost the spoon even before he can barely eat! I was born like most of my colleague but I wasn’t brought up like them. While they were being taken care of under the wings and tentacles of their parents with much love and caring, I was all alone in my own world learning how to survive and thrive amidst the thorns, trials and tribulations.

I remembered envying my friends who have their parents alive. This reminds me of one incident on a particular day. As usual, I just finished smoking when one of my friends, Temitope asked me to escort him to his mother’s cafeteria, on getting there he asked his mother for his food and she replied him “Where have you been since morning? Your brother and sisters have been doing all the chores and you are just coming now and with effrontery demanding for your food as if you are my parent”

“Leave me alone and just give me my food abi I am your slave?” Temitope flared back at her mother and I knew that he don’t smoke nor drink alcoholic drinks. This stirred in me a jealousy that can’t be hidden; tears began to stream down from my eye and with effusion I slapped him.

“If only you are motherless, you would know how to address and cherish your mum.” I told him and left her mother’s shop to their bewilderment because only I and I alone can understand why I just did that.

I was about quitting and committing suicide one day when I bumped onto a Yoruba novel ADITU-OLODUMARE, reading this novel changed my orientation that I could make it if I wish to and from this day I started planning on how to go back to school. Fortunately, a man came to our town and he opened a computer training center where I enrolled and later worked there for a while thereby saving some amounts which I used to purchase form into one school of health because my uncles have given up on my schooling due to the fact that I have written three JAMBs. Although I made cut off mark in two of the attempt, I couldn’t get admission to study my course of choice which was Pharmacy.

I eventually got the admission into the school of health to study Pharmacy-Technician but my destiny still prevails on my fate.........

TemitopeDaniel:
When? Howdy bro?

just now bro and it has been quite a while sir

Thanks Marioking for updating

Hope you are fine?

Paradise163:
Thanks Marioking for updating

Hope you are fine?

Thanks my able sista....i have been busy dese days and i am fine....you?

marioking:


Thanks my able sista....i have been busy dese days and i am fine....you?

yea am fine here

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snowprince07:
Hmmm that's life for us.
DeStInY

yesoooo

I resumed into the college after six years of my secondary school. I felt out of shape because lots of things have changed about me, though I can still comprehend my studies but I discovered that I am not as sharp as before as the saying goes, If I rest, I rust. I have rested for so long and I have rusted more than I can imagine. Smoking in turn have taken its toll on my brain, i could not comprehend little write-up again, so this made me to quit smoking and taking of alcoholic drinks.

I decided to turn on a new leave and things went on smoothly for me.

The school fees woke up some dead news; our school fees were Ninety-two-thousand Naira and the accommodation with the textbooks was Thirty-five-thousand-Naira, everything adds up to One hundred and twenty seven thousand naira only.

I gave the list to my Uncles, Uncle Niyi to be precise and he called his brother to notify him so that my own share of my Daddy’s gratuity can be retrieved and paid into my account so as to pay my school fees.

“How much will you be able to afford?” Uncle Ola demanded.

“Why are you saying this? Didn’t I say you should put some aside for this little boy then and you refused?” Uncle Niyi fired back on the phone and ended the call abruptly in full rage.

The reality now dawn on me that nothing was set aside for me from my Daddy’s gratuity of almost four-million-naira! I later got to know that all was given to my step-mother and her children. I wondered where Uncle Ola devised this callous and murderous plan. I began to think maybe I wasn’t a biological son of my Daddy; this made me to vow that I will never in my later life have extra-marital kid(s).

The school fees were eventually paid. Before the demise of my father, he was using a Mazda 626 model, this was later sold and one-hundred-thousand Naira was set aside for me as my own share. The money was used to buy shares in a company and the money with its dividend was the one used to settle my one-hundred-level fees. I begin to anticipate how that of the following years will be taken care of as what they called my own share has been exhausted!

I sustained my first two semesters in school through up and down. The day I ate and the day I couldn’t, the day I couldn’t go to classroom due to transport fare, the days i had to trek three kilometers to and fro, the days I couldn’t sleep because there is no food in the stomach.

The height of it was when we went for five-month hospital practical. I was posted to a hospital in the eastern part of the state. I was able to gathered around five-thousand naira for my up-keep. At exactly three months, the money was exhausted! I would trek for two kilometres to and fro my house to the hospital. I couldn’t tell my friends and colleagues because I hate being a burden on other people. It now got to a stage where my food stuffs finished. I started going to work with ordinary water! I did this for two days but on the third day I couldn’t stand the stomach pain, I asked for permission to travel to my hometown maybe my Grandma can find something for me. Moreover, old age and thoughts have taken its toll on her. Poor woman!

The permission was rejected by the Pharmacist. I went to a corner and started vomiting blood because it has become ulcer. I took some drugs but it couldn’t work because there is no food in my stomach. Unknown to me a pharmacist has been noticing me all these days, she called me into her office and gave me three-thousand-naira and five rubbers of rice. I instantly refused it but she persuaded me that it was her own action not a collective one. I was greatly overjoyed that day. I have never been happy to eat like that day. Come and see how a hungry man devoured a plate of rice! Ha!!! Hunger and poverty is not a good thing.

We finished the practical and come back to school. It was in the second semester that I met T-boy who brings about another curve into my life.

T-boy was a student like me. He was studying Environmental Health Science but he was a year ahead of me in the college. He was among the big boys in the campus. We got to know each other through one of my course-mate, Tope.

T-boy was very generous to me; he used to give me raw food. He sometimes took me to beer-palour for relaxation and I started taking alcoholic drinks in minimal again.

T-boy called me one day to meet him at that relaxation joint for a discussion he has been pestering me about. I got there and met him with some other guys drinking and smoking as if they don’t care about life.

“T-boy, how is it now? I saw your call and here I am” I said and pull a chair close to their table to sit down.

“Barman, please give my friend……”

“Star.” I cut in. The barman brought the beer and I continue “You said you wanted to discuss something with me all this while and you are yet to divulge it to me, hope I am safe o?” I said amidst laughter and merriment.

“Don’t worry now, we have the whole day for ourselves.” He said patting my shoulder.

“See this man, why are you in such a haste?” demanded Skul-boy one of his friends.

“No mind am jare, maybe we wan chop am ni o.” Another one put in jokingly and we put aside the issue for the meanwhile.

I began to hallucinate and my eyes were blurring by the time I was on the fifth bottle.

“T-boy, let me be on my way so far you are not ready to talk o.” I said this so as to take my leave because I was getting drunk and it was getting dark because the time was around 9pm.

“Give this ‘Jew’ two slap to wake am up” thundered T-boy with full authority....



To be continued

I was given two thunderous slaps that clear off my intoxication. I was about to shout for help when T-boy brought out a pistol and ordered me to follow them into a thick bush nearby. I complied without muttering a word because it all looked like a dream to me. Why on earth could T-boy ordered his friends like a servant to slap me? Where did he get the pistol from? Where and why and why are they kidnapping me? All these are my thoughts but I was woken up again with another slap from my behind.

“Kneel down there!” Commanded T-boy.

I went down immediately. “But what have I done wrong that warrant being kidnap T-boy?” I asked amidst tears.

“Who told you I am kidnaping you en?” He paused and looked into my face with a light from his hand phone and continues “I no kidnap you o, this is association of big boys, and we rule the college.”

“Big boys indeed!” I muttered.

“This is what I have been waiting to discus with you, to join us and rule together with us in the college.” He paused for me to assimilate his word and continues “All your sufferings in campus will end and you will be living big like us.” he finished his sentence and asked me to declare my intention.

“I can’t join cultism even though I am poor and needy, God will provide for me.” I answered him and stand up defiantly to go.

“Talk and die, silent and walk.” He warned me.

“No problem.” I assured him and I left for my hostel.

O God pls don't let Tuyil join cultists. Abeg Oga Maroking pls come and complete ur story.

smilingazor:
O God pls don't let Tuyil join cultists. Abeg Oga Maroking pls come and complete ur story.

Lols......we shall see maybe ur prayer is asnwered