He told me a story about his ambition, how he used to rip his mothers wrappers and turned them into a priests garment,celebrating Eucharists in the company of his two siblings who were his mass servers also dressed up in their mothers severed wrappers
He had develop this love for the church as a youngling and dreamt everyday of the day he would become a priest, at a young age he had taken cognition of the prescribed and orderly manner in which the church had carried out its buisness.
He described his favorite the Lenten period down to the good friday. The station of the cross a Catholic tradition where a type of mass was celebrated, it included the priest entering the church, laying flat on the bare floor after which he rises then celebrated the mass by venerating the cross, to him it was a height of spirituality he wanted to attain
My dear friend pursued his dreams to a seminary secondary school, where in some form all the other he helped in tending the lords vineyar.
But my friends dad also wanted him to be a father, but not the father of his dreams,not the father that celebrated mass and venerated the cross, His dad wanted him to be a father from the seeds of his loins, the kind of father he was, "obi m echina" he said praying his compound never be left empty.
This caused a young man to change his ambitions, all he wants now is a peaceful uncomplicated life .
I wish him the life he wants now since the former was deprived of him, I wish that out his seeds,there is one who would rip his mother's wrappers to dress like a priest, a seed who would turn his siblings to mass servers whilst serving mass. One who want to re-live his dreams.
Let him be a father to a "father"

The Africans 3
Nkechi is a friend I had not seen for a long time.close buddy would not fit our relationship, we were distant but still maintained a “share your sorrow” with me friendship. The type of relationship where you trusted someone and had their shoulders reserved for you anytime to cry to

In this case it was my shoulders, how they don’t get to eat everyday at home, the reason she can’t buy textbooks, how she can’t concentrate at home, how she lost her innocence for a little cash just she could sort life, all the bad things life had for her, I carried all around my shoulders.

I had become a councillor, I gave the little piece of advice I had grasp of at that little age. My mommy would always say “the future is better” and that what I told her in all occasions

Its being six years since we last spoke, one the last day of my waec when she complained she didn’t write well because she wasn’t able to read last night, her mom was at the hospital again.

The load of her troubled life became heavier on my shoulders the night I learnt from my friends that nkechis dad had died few months after our weac. I immediately imagined her going through the worst.

What kind of friend was I ? But how was I to know when I was carted away abroad a week after my exams leaving me with no time to exchange numbers , so I danced with the tide communicating with people who tried to reach out and my dear nkechi had no phone then so I hadn’t her number.

Forward to today, I arrived home two weeks ago, my study visa had expired and I wasn’t able to secure a job to warrant my continuous stay. After I settled down I reached out and secured her number and address from an old school mate

As I alighted my carriage to her place, I imagined a frustrated suicidal nkechi, I was scared , I didn’t know how to defend my everyday consolations “the future is better” how would I explain, I strolled into a small scattered house the type of house I imagined life had allocated to her .

But reality served me a different dish a better one as I heard my name from a big black gate guiding a beautiful bungalow. The nkechi I saw was beautiful, jovial and radiating. The skinny girl from 6 years ago was all curvy, so curvy my flat ass was twerking in jealousy. I was surprised!!

Her testimony; he had died, when he died their was no more anyone to constantly beat mommy, she wasn’t having miscarriages again and wasn’t a constant visitor of the hospital again. She got psychological help from a female psychologist for free and regain her selfworth through therapy. She started cooking and selling, she got bigger jobs and was a well know caterer in our city. Everything happened so fast according to her and they were opening an eatery at the end of the month. She studied buisness management and was the c.e.o of the eatery.

I didn’t have any good news to share, after hard studies, graduating with a good result I wasn’t able to secure a job and I was back home, where there was nothing for me.

The future is better she told me, life and its suprises�.

Am at home thinking about my ordeal and I promised myself I would not stress about my condition again, because THE FUTURE IS BETTER

2)My mother is the best mom ever, she's cool caring and a great parent.Like every other African mother she's laced with all shades of pettiness
So unusual of me, I was awake late at night tidying a lot with my phone , so engulfed I lost track of time.
Usual of all loving mothers, she had woken up to make sure everyone was okay. She met me awake, I took no notice of her because I was doing something important and I was running out of time, in rage she asked me to put off the phone and sleep, I told her It was important I finished up, she walked out of my room, closed my door and I thought she was OK with it
Fast forward its now 3:30 and am now done with my schedule , I lay down to rest envisaging a 4hour sleep, it was just like immediately I closed my eye , mommy was all over the house making calls for morning devotion, making sure I wasn't dreaming , I just closed my eyes !!. I checked my phone and it was 4:30 am, I was being punished !! , morning devotion time is usually at 6:30 since we were on break. But you don't miss devotions in our sanctuary except you died in your sleep or you wanted to die after your sleep
She just passed my room for the third time saying praises to God, I gathered strength and went to the sitting room. Awesome I was the first to arrive followed by my father and siblings whose body were all saying "its not time to arise"The praise section which was longer than supposed had now ended ,God be praised
It was time for mama to do her usual bible reading.I forgot the passage she read from because I was deep in slumber only conscious so I'll save my head from nagging
And after the Bible passage ,she stared at me not for too long and announced the theme of her message,"rebellion is witchcraft according to the bible" my heart bounced as I didn't believe she took it that far. Move away from the path of rebellion she said countless times while she stared into my eye as though she caught me stealing meet
She then announced that I would pray, yeah!! the ball was in my court , I wanted to do my normal rushed prayer, which had been accepted and was even my siblings favorite , when I was stopped by mama "take it point by point so we would pray along" she said. The ball was still in my court ,I did my prayers while the prayed along , I then ended my prayer with " pray that God blesses all the labour of our sleepless nights" since we were playing petty. I saw defeat in her eyes as I signaled we say the grace.
After the grace , I knew I really needed Gods grace to follow me as she immediately bombarded me with chores I had the whole day to attend to, indeed Gods Grace was with me, I met up her demands and she left for work
I had the whole day now and I had done my chores , I slipped into my blanket and slept not like a baby but like someone who just boxed maywhether
She came home from work acting all new like nothing went on, I didn't bother because she came bearing gifts, as I ate the guava she bought I saw defeat in her eyes and I knew in her mind she thought what she did was not sufficient and had not broken me, if only she knew how I almost went to coma, as the whole of me was weak and dead that morning.
Its 10:30pm again and I am yet to sleep again I am still on my phone, she has come in again this time not with rage but with an adage "early to bed early to rise"I gently switched my phone off , covered myself and slept before it becomes too late. I wasn't ready for another war, she was happy this time and I was not qualified for her punishment
Its morning again 4:30am and am making my own calls for devotion, she's still fast asleep but we now worship God at the earlier so we must all rise,am making my third trip to her door post singing praises as loud as I can.I saw her wrinkle her body like I did yesterday while she starggard to get up like a walking dead
I pity my dad and siblings as they don't know what is going on, their just the grasses that suffers the elephants fight.
Dear mom since we all playing petty let's go on.

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Just like every other menaline child who has been sent errands from walking miles to pass a remote to someone to leaving something important to check who just sent a message to a phone in front of our parents.
I hated errands, but if I heard nma take the car....., andreline and other chemicals in my body pumbs to joy. I had learnt to drive but your African parents would never bring themselves into believing you could take any responsibilty except when they needed your help,like running errands
Today was one of such days , and I was out running errands for those that fed me. I drove carefully as usual, I never overspeed just slow and steady. U wouldn't want to crash an African parent car, tales of what will happen to you cannot be told in one day.
As I went slow and steady, a peep into the mirror , I saw a car running at an unusual speed for a street passage, I carefully cleared and let him zoom off
I wasn't successful at running the errands so I had to go back later in the evening, I took another route so I could elongate my time at the steering.
Slow and steady as usual, till I saw Mr fast and furious, this time had hugged a street light and was half side inside the gutters.he was just a young man around my age bracket, he was standing looking very dejected, close to him was his mother who didn't think he was too old to be beaten with her slippers whilst she cursed him at the top of his voice
I tell you, that young man would be successful and would buy his mama a car one day but the tale of the catastrophy he had done would forever be told generation after generation
I thought what a responsible person I was,my parents where not seeing. As I carefully drove into the house,I wouldn't want my mom as furious as Mr fast and furious mother had being. Recounting the whole incident I was smiling to myself as my mom greeted me with " if you keep smiling while driving you would crash my car", these parents (that was an African parents perfect thank you for the job well done)
Oh I forgot ! I wasn't successful this time again, so maybe tommorow I'll have time with the car, I promise I'll never crash the car. Drive safe too