CivilzedTyger:
I was born and bred in a township almost a village but I watched even american film so my first city experience was lagos so I was collected and calm since I've seen a lot of city films

Ok ooo make I believe

My first day in a city


I was born and brought up in the village. My dream was to go to the township one day though i enjoy the life in the village; the coolness of the weather, the bushes everywhere. I would stand at the corridor watching how the breeze was making most of the grasses, cassava leaves and other grasses to bend from one side to another. How butterfly was piercing on the flower and Sucking something i did not know. How hen was roaming about with her children searching for food and bending down to remove faeces from their anus. The one that fascinated me the most was how most hen was determined to fight egbe hawk from stealing her children. Most of the cock would be chasing the hen and ones they catch them, he would eventually jump on top of her and quickly do something I might not be able to explain. But i like watching them, watching how the other cock would distract them, making them to stop what they were doing.

Mama was keeping domestic animals. She would go to the market, especially on orie day and buy goats of different genders. There was a time our one and only male goat died. She went and borrowed a male goat from our neighbor to the do the job of a male goat. I had the responsibility of getting food for the goats. I would go to the bush and get some fresh green leaves.

It was in the morning when the grace of God bus dropped me off at down flyover Onitsha near Izuchukwu Park woliwo. It was my first time in the city of which i had heard so much, and like new comer to this dubious city, Onitsha fascinated me in a hauntingly intriguing way. There were the fly-over, the wild double carriage lanes that bore uncountable vehicles speeding away to where i did not know. Pedestrian hurried along as if in a bid to keep pace with one horde of speeding cars. Women, large load on their head, starry-eyed babies strapped on their backs, waddled along, paying neither me nor any other person attention. Human beings clad in all shades and manner of dressing strode along with the urgency of civil servants hurrying to catch up with the bank near closing hours on Friday. Everybody was in a kind of hurry and the fact that they were not bordered, told me that it had become part of their lives, maybe they found it impossible to slow down.

“Onitsha” The name escaped my lip in a whisper, “The light of the nation”. Not far from my left a rank of taxis stop in different shades of yellow with black lines running over their bodies. A group of tough talking, tough looking characters milled along the cabs trying to convince passengers that their buses where the best to ride in. I borded a bike.
“Achalla Street ” I said.
“Achalla Street na hundred naira”. The Okada man spoke with an air of irrepressible honesty that oozed out from him naturally, an air that made me to believe him.

The Okada man eased off immediately I climbed onto his motorcycle. He was surprisingly shot. I mused as he pulled about five minutes later in front of the building.

“Oya your money” the Okada man intoned politely.

Though I've gotten down from the motorcycle, I was not convinced we had made a hundred naira journey under five minutes.

“Na number twenty one be this”. The Okada man was getting imperceptibly irritated.
My small bag slung over my shoulder. I pulled out my wallet and select one among the two hundred naira note I had. I handed the money over to the Okada man, who made a show of rumbling through a heavy wad of dirty notes in search of change. I leaned back from the motorcycle to adjust the strap of my bag and the Okada man speed off in a screech of tyres. It took me by surprise.

I opened my mouth to shout just as I took a thoughtless step after the Okada man. The futility of both acts freeze me to a spot and I stood mouth agape as the break light of the machine disappeared around the corner at the end of the street. Perplexion held me there for a minute during which i thought about every thing. I came back to myself slowly, my mouth still open, and starred at the wallet I was holding in my left hand.

I was warmly welcomed by Ikeogu and his wife. The family was so glad I came. There were electric light everywhere and i enjoyed the cool breeze from the ceiling fan rotating above my head. I ate quite a delicious meal that night. Chioma prepared it. She was the maid in the house. She does most of the work in the house. She was a young woman of about 18 years. She was not very beautiful, she was not ugly, she was of an average height, neither too slim nor too fat. She had a pair of large breast on her bosom and her buttocks were exceptionally big and attractive. She was very dark in complexion. She in fact very opposite of Amara my sister who was tall, slim, very fair in complexion with a pair of small sized breast on her bosom. Whenever Amara put on an oversized T shirt, one would find it quite difficult to know that she had breast at all. Because I was exhausted because of the journey, I rushed to the bed after taking his bath.

I woke up with a splitting headache. My mouth felt sore and coated with repulsive tasteless material. My entire being felt terrible. Several weights was tied to my body and fixed to the bed. The sunlight stung my eyes, so i kept them shot against the sunlight; against the thuds of ache in my head. My stomach was sown with thistles of wild oats. For a long time I lay supine, making little effort to arrest the dizziness in my head. Finally, i forced my body to obey me. I swung my feet violently off the bed and immediately fell back to the bed clutching my head with both hands. I lay motionless for a time, then more slowly, i lifted my legs off the bed, all the while, holding my head with my palms. Every joints in my body ached, but I forced myself to move. There were no sign of anybody at home, not my uncle and not even Chioma. I drew the blinds apart and peeped out, yet no sign of anyone. I went to the white rubber near the cupboard and with very tired finger, pulled it open. I took a cup of water and gulped it down. I sat on the carpet and gradually I began to feel better. I lay back, inclining my head against a sofa. Ikeogu and his wife had went to the market.

Ikeogu was trading at main market Onitsha. He based on selling rubber slippers in dozens. Main market being the biggest market in Onitsha, he always made a good sale and he was flourishing. He had many customers who buys from him. He do sell his goods in a good price and he sell in credit too. His wife was trading at Ochanja market. She was selling babies wears and rubber slippers. Chioma had gone to the market to buy food stuffs. She did not bother to woke me from my sleep. She served mt breakfast at the dinning where I can easily see it when I woke up.

One hour later, I woke very tired, I had fallen asleep earlier. I was very tired. A tiredness so satisfying. I was grateful to lie back, letting it take complete control of me. My headache had now receded to a faint ache, like a stain of what had hit me at first. I felt the vanguard shy tentacles of strength tickle my tissue, testing acceptance, then gaining more confident hold. Resolutely, i stood, went to the well in front of the house to draw out water for my bath.

The building was a kind of big building of about sixteen rooms. It was the kind of house people termed face me I face you. It was painted in a brown colour with 21 Achalla Street blazing on the top front of the building. It had wooden window. The doors were wooden with attached door net. The building has two rolls joint together. The first roll had eight rooms while the other roll completed it sixteen. It has two bathroom and two toilet with the kitchen near the packing store. The well was a few kilometer away from the soccer pit. Every tenants was on their part, minding and keeping it clean. The landlord had occupied the first three rooms of the building. He was a well respected human being. Everyone in the yard respect him a lot.
“Daddy good morning”. They would greet him including the old and young. He was a successful business man trading at ogbo efere market Onitsha. His container always arrive at every end of the week.

The bath refreshed me immensely. It washed away most of the dense fog which clogged my brain. Hunger came like a see waves at the rise of tide. I attacked the loaf of bread at the dinning table voraciously, pausing only to gulp down copious swallows of the tea. It was only when i felt that the next bite will make me throw up that I got up from the table to the video film. It was then that Chioma came back from the market. I watched film from film, slept, watched some more films until my uncle came back in the evening.

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donholy28:
Guy ur story try sha but as u take dey watch fowl and goat mate and in d next line...gbam! u don land 4 Onitsha...puzzles me

Hahahahaha. I don't want it to be too long. From my last story people complained it was too long so I tried to cut it shot. Thanks pls share to your friends ok.

balash:
would read this Ababio Later

Balash lol. You Are funny. Please share it to your friends ok.

modelmike7:
Realy came here to read some interesting comments. Cos we that were born, bred and buttered in the city aren't fortunate to experience this feeling. Oya my people come tell us your experience o....................

Modelmike Hahahaha my brother. Haven't you been in a place you never been before? On getting there alone, how was your reaction? You felt you're going to get lost?

My first day in a city


I was born and brought up in the village. My dream was to go to the township one day though i enjoy the life in the village; the coolness of the weather, the bushes everywhere. I would stand at the corridor watching how the breeze was making most of the grasses, cassava leaves and other grasses to bend from one side to another. How butterfly was piercing on the flower and Sucking something i did not know. How hen was roaming about with her children searching for food and bending down to remove faeces from their anus. The one that fascinated me the most was how most hen was determined to fight egbe hawk from stealing her children. Most of the cock around would be chasing the hen and ones they catch them, he would eventually jump on top of her and quickly do something I might not be able to explain. But i like watching them, watching how the other cock around would distract them, making them to stop what they were doing.

Mama was keeping domestic animals. She would go to the market, especially on orie day and buy goats of different genders. There was a time our one and only male goat died. She went and borrowed a male goat from our neighbor to the do the job of a male goat. I had the responsibility of getting food for the goats. I would go to the bush and get some fresh green leaves.

It was in the morning when the grace of God bus dropped me off at down flyover Onitsha near Izuchukwu Park woliwo. It was my first time in the city of which i had heard so much, and like new comers to this dubious city, Onitsha fascinated me in a hauntingly intriguing way. There were the fly-over, the wild double carriage lanes that bore uncountable vehicles speeding away to where i did not know. Pedestrian hurried along as if in a bid to keep pace with one horde of speeding cars. Women, large load on their head, starry-eyed babies strapped on their backs, waddled along, paying neither me nor any other person attention. Human beings clad in all shades and manner of dressing strode along with the urgency of civil servants hurrying to catch up with the bank near closing hours on Friday. Everybody was in a kind of hurry and the fact that they were not bordered, told me that it had become part of their lives, maybe they found it impossible to slow down.

“Onitsha” The name escaped my lip in a whisper, “The light of the nation”. Not far from my left a rank of taxis stop in different shades of yellow with black lines running over their bodies. A group of tough talking, tough looking characters milled along the cabs trying to convince passengers that their buses where the best to ride in. I borded a bike.
“Achalla Street ” I said.
“Achalla Street na hundred naira”. The Okada man spoke with an air of irrepressible honesty that oozed out from him naturally, an air that made me to believe him.

The Okada man eased off immediately I climbed onto his motorcycle. He was surprisingly shot. I mused as he pulled about five minutes later in front of the building.

“Oya your money” the Okada man intoned politely.

Though I've gotten down from the motorcycle, I was not convinced we had made a hundred naira journey under five minutes.

“Na number twenty one be this”. The Okada man was getting imperceptibly irritated.
My small bag slung over my shoulder. I pulled out my wallet and select one among the two hundred naira note I had. I handed the money over to the Okada man, who made a show of rumbling through a heavy wad of dirty notes in search of change. I leaned back from the motorcycle to adjust the strap of my bag and the Okada man speed off in a screech of tyres. It took me by surprise.

I opened my mouth to shout just as I took a thoughtless step after the Okada man. The futility of both acts freeze me to a spot and I stood mouth agape as the break light of the machine disappeared around the corner at the end of the street. Perplexion held me there for a minute during which i thought about every thing. I came back to myself slowly, my mouth still open, and starred at the wallet I was holding in my left hand.

I was warmly welcomed by Ikeogu and his wife. The family was so glad I came. There were electric light everywhere and i enjoyed the cool breeze from the ceiling fan rotating above my head. I ate quite a delicious meal that night. Chioma prepared it. She was the maid in the house. She does most of the work in the house. She was a young woman of about 18 years. She was not very beautiful, she was not ugly, she was of an average height, neither too slim nor too fat. She had a pair of large breast on her bosom and her buttocks were exceptionally big and attractive. She was very dark in complexion. She in fact very opposite of Amara my sister who was tall, slim, very fair in complexion with a pair of small sized breast on her bosom. Whenever Amara put on an oversized T shirt, one would find it quite difficult to know that she had breast at all. Because I was exhausted because of the journey, I rushed to the bed after taking his bath.

I woke up with a splitting headache. My mouth felt sore and coated with repulsive tasteless material. My entire being felt terrible. Several weights was tied to my body and fixed to the bed. The sunlight stung my eyes, so i kept them shot against the sunlight; against the thuds of ache in my head. My stomach was sown with thistles of wild oats. For a long time I lay supine, making little effort to arrest the dizziness in my head. Finally, i forced my body to obey me. I swung my feet violently off the bed and immediately fell back to the bed clutching my head with both hands. I lay motionless for a time, then more slowly, i lifted my legs off the bed, all the while, holding my head with my palms. Every joints in my body ached, but I forced myself to move. There were no sign of anybody at home, not my uncle and not even Chioma. I drew the blinds apart and peeped out, yet no sign of anyone. I went to the white rubber near the cupboard and with very tired finger, pulled it open. I took a cup of water and gulped it down. I sat on the carpet and gradually I began to feel better. I lay back, inclining my head against a sofa. Ikeogu and his wife had went to the market.

Ikeogu was trading at main market Onitsha. He based on selling rubber slippers in dozens. Main market being the biggest market in Onitsha, he always made a good sale and he was flourishing. He had many customers who buys from him. He do sell his goods in a good price and he sell in credit too. His wife was trading at Ochanja market. She was selling babies wears and rubber slippers. Chioma had gone to the market to buy food stuffs. She did not bother to woke me from my sleep. She served mt breakfast at the dinning where I can easily see it when I woke up.

One hour later, I woke very tired, I had fallen asleep earlier. I was very tired. A tiredness so satisfying. I was grateful to lie back, letting it take complete control of me. My headache had now receded to a faint ache, like a stain of what had hit me at first. I felt the vanguard shy tentacles of strength tickle my tissue, testing acceptance, then gaining more confident hold. Resolutely, i stood, went to the well in front of the house to draw out water for my bath.

The building was a kind of big building of about sixteen rooms. It was the kind of house people termed face me I face you. It was painted in a brown colour with 21 Achalla Street blazing on the top front of the building. It had wooden window. The doors were wooden with attached door net. The building has two rolls joint together. The first roll had eight rooms while the other roll completed it sixteen. It has two bathroom and two toilet with the kitchen near the packing store. The well was a few kilometer away from the soccer pit. Every tenants was on their part, minding and keeping it clean. The landlord had occupied the first three rooms of the building. He was a well respected human being. Everyone in the yard respect him a lot.
“Daddy good morning”. They would greet him including the old and young. He was a successful business man trading at ogbo efere market Onitsha. His container always arrive at every end of the week.

The bath refreshed me immensely. It washed away most of the dense fog which clogged my brain. Hunger came like a see waves at the rise of tide. I attacked the loaf of bread at the dinning table voraciously, pausing only to gulp down copious swallows of the tea. It was only when i felt that the next bite will make me throw up that I got up from the table to the video film. It was then that Chioma came back from the market. I watched film from film, slept, watched some more films until my uncle came back in the evening.

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Flyoruboy:
Smh. Poor Hanks. One of my favorite actors. Guys, please stay away from drugs. Hanks is looking more and more like Majek Fashek everyday.

Lol

ThisMeansWAR:
this guy looks like ojuku

Ojuku was even handsomer

kennygee:
This dude who looks high 24-7.

That's his natural look

Lol

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Jamb has finally destroyed my life

After being transferred to Adetino Adekporno University Gwangawara to study Arabic. JAMB became my greatest enemy. Truly, it wasn’t only the enemy from the village that’s doing me, JAMB is among them. They made me to think that things are never going to be well with me again, like I am going to waste away doing what I don’t want in life, as if there is no God. But I refused to think about it. I knew I was devastated, I looked like a half mad man, like I’ve not eaten for five days. But I refused to believe that there’s no God. There is God oh.

What am I supposed to do? I was transferred to a private school which my family cannot afford. Crying became my food. I hardly cry, even after seeing a dead man, I will mourn with them, but you will never see tears in my cheek. Even when I try to, it will look as if I’m faking it. But after JAMB has shattered my life, tears could not stop flowing down from my eyes down to my mouth like an ever flowing stream, tasting salty. I know I’m a handsome boy, a lot of people had said it. I have a lips every lady would want to kiss, red and attractive with a wild gap in the upper row of my teeth. Average height with a spontaneous body building that gave justice to my handsome looks. I have some abs which I think it’s natural, because I’ve never been to the gym.

I have just realized it’s not all about the looks, but about the grace. Maybe it was because of my sin, maybe I was becoming proud and pompous. I could remember vividly what mama told me. She said that when I was much younger. I looked more handsome and blessed with a charisma people could not withstand; even in the market, people could not stop touching me. I looked more bright, huge and handsome. I loved it whenever mama say that, whenever she praise me over the good things I did. Like after checking my jamb score, mama rubbed my back like the way painters do when painting a story building. That was what I’d earlier wanted, to hold me I her arms and say “son you have done well” to tickle the back of my head and say “Nnaa you are my happiness” I love mama so much.

“You must start trade immediately. I have discussed with your uncle Amanze and he has promised to lend some money” Uncle ikeobi said.
I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, I didn’t want to believe it. His children are all in school and after hearing what happened, he did not wait for that day to pass before coming with his hilarious suggestions. It was as if he knew what was going to happen and was ready for an action. Mama could not stop crying. I saw tears in her cheeks, of cause her eyes were wet. It continued rolling down and didn’t stop. I wished there was something I could do. Of cause I’ve already done all I could to put a smile on her face but the enemy JAMB has destroyed it. I felt like shouting at uncle Ikeobi but I couldn’t. If I talk back at him, and he changes his mind and refuse to help, what will finally become of me. God I can never commit suicide. I don’t know about Humble and his family’s decision. Of cause his father is able and capable to see his son to any University he wishes to go to. Even if it’s Covenant University.

I always think that Humble’s life is better than mine. Even though girls like me more they like him. He’s from a rich family. He was transferred to a good school even though private but with a manageable course.

Uncle Ikeobi had asked me to choose between starting a trade and going to serve someone through which I can learn a trade from him (legal slave) I said no. Capital no. I can never do that. I can’t stand the behavior of some housewives. Before someone puts me into temptation like Joseph in the bible and then destroyed the little life JAMB left aside.

Everything has been concluded. I am going to stay at uncle Ikeobi’s shop for one month before I go to mine. Thanks to JAMB. That was what they have just made my life to be. Someone that supposed to be in school studying. They have shattered my dreams, vision and goals in life beyond repair. Arabic study my foot.

A little hope came back to me when Humble called and told me the federal government has overruled the new JAMB eligibility policy and that every students with jamb cut off marks can write post UTME of the school they have chosen. That was in the shop. I jumped up so high in happiness and my head hit on the upper lay of the door. It got swollen but was not noticeable. My uncle was not around then, I did not tell him. My prayer points changed to let this news never be a rumor. Guess what? I’ve already started studying for post UTME. That’s what I love doing.

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herald9:
Nice story. But too much unnecessary details
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Ok

Thanks. How was your day?

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I be
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Jamb has finally destroyed my life.

I was eating Eba with okro soup when Humble called me. The soup was prepared by my sister. She said she saw it in a trance, then she decided to prepare it. This time she specially prepared it and it was really nice. I have good nose for food and I like food that is well prepared. She had told me that I’m picky when it comes to food. I would mould the Eba to a small sizable ball, in to the soup trying to scoop up some chunks of fish, I would put it in my mouth, gently swallow it, reserving the chunks of fish into my mouth and then crush it with my teeth after which I would swallow it. I had said that egusi soup was my best soup, but after tasting that okro soup, I had a change of heart. I prayed it never finish.

“Did you hear what’s been going on?” He asked. Immediately I heard that, my mind went far and near. I wanted to guess what it was. He is my friend and of cause we are both aspirants, so I thought that the only thing he will be talking about should be something relating to admission. Maybe the long awaited post UTME form is out.

“So they have finally decided to release the form?” I asked with a little joy in my heart. I knew I was not yet ready for the post UTME exam. I knew that if the exam were to come in the next week, I might not do well except by grace. Being a boy a lot of people had bestowed their hopes on, I wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone. I would dare not to do that. I realized I was wishing in my heart for the form not to come out yet so that I can repent from my sin and wake from my slumber. I know I was going to start immediately, and I know that if I start, it will start flowing. I don’t want it to be like I had a bag of gravel on my head and not allowed to steady it with my hands. I know Humble very well. He is a very good reader, intelligent and brilliant. He had been studying and preparing for his post UTME immediately he saw his JAMB result. He had a good score. What more can we expect from him. He was indeed brilliant. He had already bought the text books required and was already gulping down those things inside his brain. I don’t envy him. I’ve never envied him. He is just a perfect friend for me. During those days we were preparing for JAMB; we studied together. A friend like that was what I had earlier wanted.

“It’s not the post UTME form” He said. My heart quivered. I leaned back to the green Leopard plastic chair I was sitting. Humble has never called me with such anxiousness in his heart. I could feel a little shiver in his voice. Like a tiny bone was clutched and got stuck inside his throat. He wasn’t crying but I felt he was in a very bad mood. I thought maybe his sickness has come back. He had had a partial stroke and to the glory of God he is well now. I feared because I don’t want him to suffer that again. The doctor had told him to stop reading until be gets better because of the stroke and definitely, it is never a good idea for someone that has a very important exam ahead of him. It was at his best luck that the University of Benin, Benin city, were yet to release their post UTME form.

“Humble what is it?” I asked. This time with anxiousness. I was anxious to know what it was, but I wasn’t ready to hear any bad news. So I wished it to be a good news. I know how we usually jest when we are on phone. Sometimes we would be calling ourselves names. His girlfriend has squeezed my ear the day I jokingly called him a name. I never knew she was there.

“It’s JAMB” He said, and immediately the call ended. I saw a text message in my phone which said “call me”. I had no money in my phone. I took one among the two hundred naira notes in my wallet and rushed downstairs, like the way nurses run in the hospital whenever there’s an emergency. My foot steps was making a sound, like the type that comes from a long vehicle whenever it bumped in to a gallop. My phone nearly fell, it’s a screen touched phone. I don’t want to think of what will become of it if it eventually slip from my hand. I knew I wasn’t ready to buy any phone yet. I tried loading the card, the first, second and when I dialed the twelve digit number the third time, it entered. I quickly dialed his number, I did not get any response. It was like the network had a problem. I dialed his number again and heard a voice, a lady voice which said “the MTN number you are calling is not reachable at the moment, please try again Later thank you”. What the hell! I dislike receiving such information especially when making an emergency call. I felt like punching MTN network. How can they possibly tell me the number that just called me now it’s not available. I quickly dialed the number again. I was touching my phone very hard like I was going to break the screen. It had refused to function, it was hanging. And that was not a good time to experience such. Finally, it was ringing.

“What do you mean by JAMB?” I quickly asked immediately he picked the call. I didn’t wait for him to say “Hello” which I think he wasn’t going to say.

“JAMB is re-assigning some students to another school and I have been reassigned” He said.
“Jesus!!!” I shouted. Before I could know it, I had shouted it the fourth time. I completely forgot that I was still standing in front of Northerner’s small retailed shop. The passer by began to look at me. One woman, in her mid sixties, came closer to me.

“Hope all is well my son? Hope no body died?”she asked patting my shoulder. I could see a sense of care In her eyes through her face. She must really be a good mama.

“No Ma, nobody died” I replied
“Thank God. Provided there’s life, there’s hope” she said and left.

Reading her words I found a lot of meaning on it. She must have meant that if it’s not death of someone then there’s hope, whatever the situation maybe, there will definitely be a solution for it. I couldn’t finish interpreting her words. The passer by was still looking at me like they were watching an interesting movie in the cinema. I had forgotten I was on call until I heard “Hello” it was Humble who decided to break the silent. His voice was down, like a voice of a man receiving a drip in the hospital.

“Go and check yours now”. He said and dropped the call. I stood faced down for a moment, like I was counting to know the number of sand on the ground. I could feel goose pimples all over me. I realized then that I needed to urinate. The sweat from my body if collected might fill up twenty litre gallon; like I was just coming out from playing football. I ran as if I was pursued. Jammed our door, to my bag, I searched my JAMB result. I found it. I quickly typed in my JAMB Registration Number into the column provided and something popped up. My heart was racing. I was breathing very fast. I was afraid. It felt strange in my heart, like I was going to stop breathing in a moment, like there was something inside my heart that was making me to breath so fast. My hands were shaking. Humble had told me that he was transferred in a private University in Edo State to study business education. I felt like crying. I don’t want to be transferred into a private school. We may not afford it. I need a federal University.

I looked at my phone. What I saw was unbelievable, like I have finally been shot. My phone slipped from my hand. Tears came down, rolling into my nose and mouth. I cried bitterly. I was the only one at home. My sister had gone to the market to buy “married again season four and five” I couldn’t stop crying. My vision in life has been totally shattered. I thought it is only the enemies from my village is doing me, I realized it wasn’t just them, but JAMB too. They had transferred me to Adetino adekporno University Gwangawara to study Arabic.
What am I going to do?
Even if I decide to wait for another year, i don’t know how it will be. My Life, vision, career, destiny has been shattered and completely destroyed by the Joint Administration And Matriculation Board (JAMB)

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Jamb has finally destroyed my life.
(Now Completed)

I was eating Eba with okro soup when Humble called me. The soup was prepared by my sister. She said she saw it in a trance, then she decided to prepare it. This time she specially prepared it and it was really nice. I have good nose for food and I like food that is well prepared. She had told me that I’m picky when it comes to food. I would mould the Eba to a small sizable ball, in to the soup trying to scoop up some chunks of fish, I would put it in my mouth, gently swallow it, reserving the chunks of fish into my mouth and then crush it with my teeth after which I would swallow it. I had said that egusi soup was my best soup, but after tasting that okro soup, I had a change of heart. I prayed it never finish.

“Did you hear what’s been going on?” He asked. Immediately I heard that, my mind went far and near. I wanted to guess what it was. He is my friend and of cause we are both aspirants, so I thought that the only thing he will be talking about should be something relating to admission. Maybe the long awaited post UTME form is out.

“So they have finally decided to release the form?” I asked with a little joy in my heart. I knew I was not yet ready for the post UTME exam. I knew that if the exam were to come in the next week, I might not do well except by grace. Being a boy a lot of people had bestowed their hopes on, I wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone. I would dare not to do that. I realized I was wishing in my heart for the form not to come out yet so that I can repent from my sin and wake from my slumber. I know I was going to start immediately, and I know that if I start, it will start flowing. I don’t want it to be like I had a bag of gravel on my head and not allowed to steady it with my hands. I know Humble very well. He is a very good reader, intelligent and brilliant. He had been studying and preparing for his post UTME immediately he saw his JAMB result. He had a good score. What more can we expect from him. He was indeed brilliant. He had already bought the text books required and was already gulping down those things inside his brain. I don’t envy him. I’ve never envied him. He is just a perfect friend for me. During those days we were preparing for JAMB; we studied together. A friend like that was what I had earlier wanted.

“It’s not the post UTME form” He said. My heart quivered. I leaned back to the green Leopard plastic chair I was sitting. Humble has never called me with such anxiousness in his heart. I could feel a little shiver in his voice. Like a tiny bone was clutched and got stuck inside his throat. He wasn’t crying but I felt he was in a very bad mood. I thought maybe his sickness has come back. He had had a partial stroke and to the glory of God he is well now. I feared because I don’t want him to suffer that again. The doctor had told him to stop reading until be gets better because of the stroke and definitely, it is never a good idea for someone that has a very important exam ahead of him. It was at his best luck that the University of Benin, Benin city, were yet to release their post UTME form.

“Humble what is it?” I asked. This time with anxiousness. I was anxious to know what it was, but I wasn’t ready to hear any bad news. So I wished it to be a good news. I know how we usually jest when we are on phone. Sometimes we would be calling ourselves names. His girlfriend has squeezed my ear the day I jokingly called him a name. I never knew she was there.

“It’s JAMB” He said, and immediately the call ended. I saw a text message in my phone which said “call me”. I had no money in my phone. I took one among the two hundred naira notes in my wallet and rushed downstairs, like the way nurses run in the hospital whenever there’s an emergency. My foot steps was making a sound, like the type that comes from a long vehicle whenever it bumped in to a gallop. My phone nearly fell, it’s a screen touched phone. I don’t want to think of what will become of it if it eventually slip from my hand. I knew I wasn’t ready to buy any phone yet. I tried loading the card, the first, second and when I dialed the twelve digit number the third time, it entered. I quickly dialed his number, I did not get any response. It was like the network had a problem. I dialed his number again and heard a voice, a lady voice which said “the MTN number you are calling is not reachable at the moment, please try again Later thank you”. What the hell! I dislike receiving such information especially when making an emergency call. I felt like punching MTN network. How can they possibly tell me the number that just called me now it’s not available. I quickly dialed the number again. I was touching my phone very hard like I was going to break the screen. It had refused to function, it was hanging. And that was not a good time to experience such. Finally, it was ringing.

“What do you mean by JAMB?” I quickly asked immediately he picked the call. I didn’t wait for him to say “Hello” which I think he wasn’t going to say.

“JAMB is re-assigning some students to another school and I have been reassigned” He said.
“Jesus!!!” I shouted. Before I could know it, I had shouted it the fourth time. I completely forgot that I was still standing in front of Northerner’s small retailed shop. The passer by began to look at me. One woman, in her mid sixties, came closer to me.

“Hope all is well my son? Hope no body died?”she asked patting my shoulder. I could see a sense of care In her eyes through her face. She must really be a good mama.

“No Ma, nobody died” I replied
“Thank God. Provided there’s life, there’s hope” she said and left.

Reading her words I found a lot of meaning on it. She must have meant that if it’s not death of someone then there’s hope, whatever the situation maybe, there will definitely be a solution for it. I couldn’t finish interpreting her words. The passer by was still looking at me like they were watching an interesting movie in the cinema. I had forgotten I was on call until I heard “Hello” it was Humble who decided to break the silent. His voice was down, like a voice of a man receiving a drip in the hospital.

“Go and check yours now”. He said and dropped the call. I stood faced down for a moment, like I was counting to know the number of sand on the ground. I could feel goose pimples all over me. I realized then that I needed to urinate. The sweat from my body if collected might fill up twenty litre gallon; like I was just coming out from playing football. I ran as if I was pursued. Jammed our door, to my bag, I searched my JAMB result. I found it. I quickly typed in my JAMB Registration Number into the column provided and something popped up. My heart was racing. I was breathing very fast. I was afraid. It felt strange in my heart, like I was going to stop breathing in a moment, like there was something inside my heart that was making me to breath so fast. My hands were shaking. Humble had told me that he was transferred in a private University in Edo State to study business education. I felt like crying. I don’t want to be transferred into a private school. We may not afford it. I need a federal University.

I looked at my phone. What I saw was unbelievable, like I have finally been shot. My phone slipped from my hand. Tears came down, rolling into my nose and mouth. I cried bitterly. I was the only one at home. My sister had gone to the market to buy “married again season four and five” I couldn’t stop crying. My vision in life has been totally shattered. I thought it is only the enemies from my village is doing me, I realized it wasn’t just them, but JAMB too. They had transferred me to Adetino adekporno University Gwangawara to study Arabic.
What am I going to do?
Even if I decide to wait for another year, i don’t know how it will be. My Life, vision, career, destiny has been shattered and completely destroyed by the Joint Administration And Matriculation Board (JAMB)

Written by:
Promise Onwuachu
promiseonwuachu@gmail.com



Jamb has finally destroyed my life
(NEW COMPLETED)

After being transferred to Adetino Adekporno University Gwangawara to study Arabic. JAMB became my greatest enemy. Truly, it wasn’t only the enemy from the village that’s doing me, JAMB is among them. They made me to think that things are never going to be well with me again, like I am going to waste away doing what I don’t want in life, as if there is no God. But I refused to think about it. I knew I was devastated, I looked like a half mad man, like I’ve not eaten for five days. But I refused to believe that there’s no God. There is God oh.

What am I supposed to do? I was transferred to a private school which my family cannot afford. Crying became my food. I hardly cry, even after seeing a dead man, I will mourn with them, but you will never see tears in my cheek. Even when I try to, it will look as if I’m faking it. But after JAMB has shattered my life, tears could not stop flowing down from my eyes down to my mouth like an ever flowing stream, tasting salty. I know I’m a handsome boy, a lot of people had said it. I have a lips every lady would want to kiss, red and attractive with a wild gap in the upper row of my teeth. Average height with a spontaneous body building that gave justice to my handsome looks. I have some abs which I think it’s natural, because I’ve never been to the gym.

I have just realized it’s not all about the looks, but about the grace. Maybe it was because of my sin, maybe I was becoming proud and pompous. I could remember vividly what mama told me. She said that when I was much younger. I looked more handsome and blessed with a charisma people could not withstand; even in the market, people could not stop touching me. I looked more bright, huge and handsome. I loved it whenever mama say that, whenever she praise me over the good things I did. Like after checking my jamb score, mama rubbed my back like the way painters do when painting a story building. That was what I’d earlier wanted, to hold me I her arms and say “son you have done well” to tickle the back of my head and say “Nnaa you are my happiness” I love mama so much.

“You must start trade immediately. I have discussed with your uncle Amanze and he has promised to lend some money” Uncle ikeobi said.
I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, I didn’t want to believe it. His children are all in school and after hearing what happened, he did not wait for that day to pass before coming with his hilarious suggestions. It was as if he knew what was going to happen and was ready for an action. Mama could not stop crying. I saw tears in her cheeks, of cause her eyes were wet. It continued rolling down and didn’t stop. I wished there was something I could do. Of cause I’ve already done all I could to put a smile on her face but the enemy JAMB has destroyed it. I felt like shouting at uncle Ikeobi but I couldn’t. If I talk back at him, and he changes his mind and refuse to help, what will finally become of me. God I can never commit suicide. I don’t know about Humble and his family’s decision. Of cause his father is able and capable to see his son to any University he wishes to go to. Even if it’s Covenant University.

I always think that Humble’s life is better than mine. Even though girls like me more they like him. He’s from a rich family. He was transferred to a good school even though private but with a manageable course.

Uncle Ikeobi had asked me to choose between starting a trade and going to serve someone through which I can learn a trade from him (legal slave) I said no. Capital no. I can never do that. I can’t stand the behavior of some housewives. Before someone puts me into temptation like Joseph in the bible and then destroyed the little life JAMB left aside.

Everything has been concluded. I am going to stay at uncle Ikeobi’s shop for one month before I go to mine. Thanks to JAMB. That was what they have just made my life to be. Someone that supposed to be in school studying. They have shattered my dreams, vision and goals in life beyond repair. Arabic study my foot.

A little hope came back to me when Humble called and told me the federal government has overruled the new JAMB eligibility policy and that every students with jamb cut off marks can write post UTME of the school they have chosen. That was in the shop. I jumped up so high in happiness and my head hit on the upper lay of the door. It got swollen but was not noticeable. My uncle was not around then, I did not tell him. My prayer points changed to let this news never be a rumor. Guess what? I’ve already started studying for post UTME. That’s what I love doing.

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I was discret for my safety but this happened real in Onitsha Anambra state

CATHOLICS AND ANGLICANS CLASHES OVER LANDED PROPERTIES

It was when the church building fell down that it attracted many people who doesn’t know what was happening despite the sound of the bulldozer. People gathered to know what was happening. Not too far from the premises, a pregnant woman who supported her waist with her hands, girls in twos and in threes saying what could not be heard. Looking behind, I saw children running around, some ran and fell, got up and started running again. I heard their mothers calling them. Watched closely, I saw a bulldozer, yellow in colour with a man, huge and dark in complexion operating it. He was busy pulling down the church building with armed men doing their jobs. People was murmuring asking what was happening. ‘Why is the church building being pulled down at the hour of the night?’. Frankly, that was what I asked myself. I was really confused and wondered why a building that was under reconstruction be pulled down with armed men and bulldozer around that time of the night. ‘Does it mean the land has been bought over? or they want to use the land for another thing’ perhaps, they might just want to destroy it so as to build another gigantic one for God. I was asking questions I couldn’t get the...................

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