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EPISODE 11 CONTINUATION





I just used the death of my father as an excuse to distant myself from folake. 'TIME TO WAKE UP, THE TIME IS 6:00AM' my ram shackled nokia C1 alarm went off and rejuggled my far gone memory back to reality. I hit the off button and tried to roll off my bed, but I was too weak, it was weird me trying to get off the bed that has held me captive for two weeks now since my fathers death. I had spent 85 percent of my time on my bed thinking, crying, praying and wishing a miracle would happen and my dad would come back to life or better still I'll wake up, from this nightmare I barely ate anything and even when I did eat it was all on the same bed.






Finally I summoned courage and strength and got off the bed. As I stood up from the old creaky thing it let out a very loud sigh of relief as I relieved the old cargo of its duty. I took a moment to pay respect to my loyal host all these while, the bed spread was turning brown, the pillow was stained so badly owing to incessant weeping that characterized most of my nights. "Finally outta that bed, thank you lord" I muttered to myself, I forged ahead to the bathroom to get ready for my big day ahead. Getting dressed for school that day seemed off rail as I battled with that stern part of me that hungered to jump back into that bed. I shrugged off the thought and focused on getting my sorry ass to school . That morning I didn't rush anything, I broke the status quo, things had changed I was now a new person. Everything that the old me did when things were still normal had to stop, as a typical nigerian man would say 'LIFE NA JEJE' yes, my life was about to board that train with 'JEJE' boldly inscribed at the front. I took my time in arranging my bag ensuring no stone was left unturned to avoid imminent embarrassment from the likes of mr Nnamdi or any teacher that went down his lane. Surely I was going to have breakfast this morning, the inviting aroma of my mom's omelet was breathtaking, Mrs Akindele's might have been a good cook but this was perfect. I sat on the dining with my younger ones and as I stared at them I couldn't help but wonder how these kids so small could handle the death of their father with so much dexterity and alacrity. If my dad had died when I was their age am pretty sure I wouldn't be able to contain the pain talkless him being murdered in my very eyes.






Shortly my mom arrived at the dining with the mouth watering dish, we all got eating and as we ate, adaobi started with one of those her fallacy talks about being a princess and being saved by her prince charming at intervals Gozie would interrupt her and tease her a little. My mom couldn't hold back her laughter in response to the level of humor these little individuals possessed , I just sat there and watched. I then realized that my mom wasn't so old afterall, she was just in her late 30's, it wouldn't be a bad idea if she still got married, I couldn't help but smile out of joy in seeing smiles on the faces of my family once again.






After a while she noticed my line of vision was locked on her and decided to interrupt. "David what is it" she asked "no.....nothing mom, everything is fine" I stammered . "Are you done with your food?" "Yes, thank you ma" I stood up from the dining and adjusted my tie and picked up my bag. "Bye bye o!" I bidded them.






"Hell of a school here I come" I murmured to myself as I dashed out of the house.



Stay tuned for 12

Updating........

KingzPen:
Hey Boss... I'm here with you. I must confess your strong imagery is encouraging. keep it up sir!

Thank you boss. I appreciate

unitysheart:
Welcome back Duoz.

Yh boss am glad I can continue this story and I need ur support

I am a writer am fullt available

Am available

Happy sunday y'all make sure you all go to church and pray for this story to be successful. #winks# will update today

Sweetyie:
Continue Na, pls

Thanks for your comment dearie. I was beginning to think that this thread was invisible. All those mentions and no single comment