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My dad was up on a table removing the old boards and replacing them with new ones while my own duty revolved around handing him the specific tools needed for each task. To an onlooker we were working better than an assembly line but I was mentally absent. My mind was in hyperspeed mode as I was ferverently trying to assimilate all that my eyes were capturing for future processing in my mind when I was in a more favourable environment. My whole childish believe and view of the world had just been hard-reset when I stepped into this house. I could not believe that the kind of lifestyle I usually saw in movies existed barely half a kilometer from where I had been living all my life! They had a freaking swimming pool for crying out loud!

For some stupid reason concocted by my tiny brain, I had assumed that all the workers in my father's establishment lived in similar houses with the only diffrence being the size of the building. I was born in the clinic at the junior quaters, my primary education had been in the military barracks close to the estate, I had recently tranfered to the recently completed school built in the estate which was next to the Catholic church we all attended on Sundays.
My only experience of life outside the estate was my period of schooling in the military primary school. The living conditions there were a far cry frm what we had in the estate. The "Batcha" accomodations were constructed from rotting wood and metal sheets with as many as five families sharing one tiolet facility. I often brought my friends home and they marveled at the cleanliness of our estate and the lucky ones even got the luxury of having a shower in our tiled bathroom and using a toilet that flushed. All this while I had believed I was a privileged kid living a swell live.We ate better, dressed better, and had better gadgets in our home than most others in the quaters mostly due to the extra income from my mom and dad and till that day I never lacked anything.

Looking around the house, I pictured myself growing up here. Two boys, apparently the Oga's kid were playing at the back of the house. All around them were toys I had only seen on television and in my dreams. They were dressed in clothes I only got to wear at christmas and their chubby cheek gave me an idea of the kind of food they ate dialy. Their chairs and tables were bigger and beautiful with the sitting area flanked on all four sides with floor to ceiling windows which gave a great view of the kidney shaped pool and garden at the back of the house.
"Darlington!"
I looked up to see my father staring hard at me.
"I said give me more 2" nails". He barked with his left hand streched towards me while holding the hammer and ceiling board with the other. I obliged him and returned back to the present scene. With the last ceiling board in place we packed up our tools and headed back home.

I readjusted myself on the bed again. It would be futile to try and sleep tonight considering the extent to which my hyperactive mind had been pricked. An unexplainable feeling had been aroused in me and it was more exciting than the explicit one I had enjoyed from Mrs Anesuba some months ago. It still had the same foundation in desire, pleasure and release but there was somthing different about this. It was a hunger for somthing I never knew I could achieve, a life I never guessed I could live and a future I never fathomed was in existence.

According to my Dad, the only ticket I needed to achieve it was a University degree. A small price to pay considering I am always at the top of my class.