Hey Nairalanders....This is my first story here,i hope you enjoy it.
It was a sunny day in the northern part of Nigeria when Mr and Mrs Nengak welcomed their first child, Daniel into the world. Mr Nengak, a teacher was from plateau state while his wife who worked as a non academic staff in university of Jos was an Igbo woman. As Daniel grew up, his parents enrolled him in Unique Intl school, Lamingo, and he was a bright kid. This made his teacher develop interest in him and Daniel tried as much as he could not to disappointe her. It was 11 am when their integrated science teacher walked in, ‘good morning ma’, they all chorused as she walked in. After the greetings, the teacher announced that the topic for that day was matter and she asked if anyone knew what matter was. Sam, a short fellow suggested that matter was a case or issue that needed to be discussed, the class laughed. Nanret described matter as anything that has mass. “Incomplete definition”, said the teacher, “yes, anyone?” Daniel came to the rescue when he announced that ‘ matter is anything that has weight and can occupy space’. “Correct”, the teacher thundered. At this point, Musa who always brought trouble with him announced that ‘Nkechi is an example of matter, she’s fat’. The whole class bursted in laughter, safe Nkechi and the teacher who brought Musa to the staff room, that day he learnt his lesson.. Daniel’s parents registered him for Jamb and WAEC exams when he was in ss2. He passed his WAEC and got 215 in jamb. His father who rarely spoke Hausa didn’t know when he began saying ‘ yaro na kenan’, meaning that’s my boy. His mother who spent years in the north and could speak Hausa too replied him, ” dama idan yaro ya yi abu mai kyau, ya zama yaron baba ama idan yi abu mara kyau, ya zama yaron mama’, an old popular saying which means when a child does good, he belongs to the father but when he does wrong, its the mother’s. When the admission list came out, his mother gave him money to go to the cafe and check his status. When he returned, his face was downcast and his parents feared the worst. They were relieved when he told them he had been given admission to study computer science instead of electrical engineering. His parents encouraged him to accept it in good faith. Before his parents took him to the park, they prayed for him and told him the surprises and challenges a university can offer. He arrived makurdi and settled easily after his registration. He discovered all his lectures would hold at south core except for the GSTs. He made few friends among who were Joy, a calabar girl who was born and bred in Kano and Johnson, an Idoma boy. They would mock Johnson and tell him his state is a few kilometers away from hell because of its extremely hot weather. As they laughed, Daniel’s phone rang and after the call, he began to smile. His friends inquired why and he told them why_ the caller was his uncle but he had nicknamed ‘Connection’ because he always bragged about the people he knew but there was nothing to show for it. To make matters worse, he had never sent money to him, so his promises over the phone just made Daniel laugh. Joy laughed too and said ‘ your own better say na uncle never send me money, my own blood brother never send me money’. “Okonopioku”, thundered Johnson, ‘na una money?’, he asked sarcastically. They remained close friends they graduated. After graduation, Joy got married to a soldier, Johnson joined the civil defense and Daniel, well Daniel kept waiting for his break through to come. He had gone to watch football and was returning home when saw a man being beaten by a politician’s thugs, he echoed karl Marx’s words to himself, ‘the history of all previous societies has been the history of class struggles’, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t want to hear that ‘monkey born one ,two die’, he walked home quietly. A few weeks later, Daniel secured a job with NECO and had traveled to Abuja for his appointment letter. It was Johnson who called Joy to ask her if she had heard…. Daniel had died in a car accident on his way to Abuja. What was this life, after all the wahala and all have you, to go out like that, when the light just turned green, when it was time to begin enjoying the sweat of his labor, really , what is this life?
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