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UNTITLED

As I walked out of Full moon hotel at akpajo four years ago, I walked into a new phase in my life. All I had were just my clothes and some books in a “Ghana must go” bag, my clothes were no trendy rather they were undersized and tight, my hair was plated all back and I wore sandals as I trekked the street of Akpajo towards Elelenwon with a bag on my head. I was just blank as I thudded along until I got to the elelewon- Trans woji junction just after RSTV. That was when reality began to dawn on me. There was a big bar almost opposite the Rivers State Television premises so I walked back and sat on a spare chair outside the bar. I fell asleep there.

Some girl that was sweeping the floor woke me up,

Good morning I greeted, I was startled,

Good evening! She returned, look outside! Na after five de nack.

After five? I exclaimed; so I have slept that long?.

Oya come de go o! Our Madam go soon come, abi na our madam you want see? She asked? No! but the thing be say, I no get where to go, I told her briefly about my pregnancy for my boyfriend and my being driven from home.

You sure say na those people born you? She asked. How you papa and mama go pursue you from house because you carry belle?”

They no even say make them go see the guy family or report to police,     they just drive you commot for house like that? I no believe you joor! She had said. Well, the thing be say our manager go pursue you if he see you here, if na work you want to work, that one na different thing but to just sit down here with your bag, e get as e be. Commot your bag make I sweep. She continued with her chores.

They sell food there so I bought a plate of Fufu and native soup and ate at a quarter past eight, I was definitely a nuisance there as customers were coming in to drink and to eat and very chair available was taken coupled with the fact that a “Buy one to get one free” star beer promo was on going. I packed up my bag and started trekking again. I headed to Woji through trans-woji road and by 10pm I was at the uncompleted building where Julius lived. There were so many people most especially kids roaming the compound at liberty street, no electricity but candles and lanterns were used by women selling petty provisions along the road in front of the uncompleted building, I dropped my bag by a young lady roasting plantain and fish

Good evening ma! I greeted

“Why you dey call me ma? Na me born you?” She challenged

“No vex Aunty! I beg I fit sit down here small?” I asked

“Who you be nah? You wan buy something abi you miss road?” She asked.

“Yes! I want to buy plantain and fish, I fit sit down here chop am?” I asked

Ehen! Na now you come dey talk nah. How much own?

One hundred and fifty naira, I said; Plantain one hundred and fifty naira fish. “I beg where I go get pure water?”

“ No worry! I dey sell am!” Na water dey inside that small cooler there.” She pointed at the red Coca-Cola branded Cooler just beside her

As I ate, we got talking and after several curious questions from her, I told her I am pregnant for my school boyfriend and my parent sent me packing.

Shuo! So you get belle as you dey so?

Yes Aunty.

“So na wetin you go come do now?” She asked.

“I no know, I dey confused”, I replied.

“what of that your school boyfriend? You don tell am?”

“No! I never tell am”

“Go tell am nah! At least make him know maybe him people go accept you!”

That is why I am here Aunty! I am looking for Julius, Juluis Odeh, his father works as security.

Shut up your mouth! She snapped. “You dey kolo abi you dey craze?” Which Julius Odeh? My younger brother?

Julius! Julius! She screamed.

Julius came running down with a flash light and a knife in his hands.

Aunty! Na wetin? He asked panting and glancing around for trouble.

“Look this thing well well!” She said pointing at me.

Oh! Ceece! Julius came forward and gave me a hug beaming from ear to ear!

Jesus o! Jesus o! Na true o! The lady shouted running towards the uncompleted building while people came running towards her from every angle.

“Julius don go give girl belle for school o!” she raised her voice above the sound of “I pass my Neighbour” generators running everywhere in the neighborhood.

“We never chop belle full! We no get mother to support us! Na garri we dey drink every morning and Julius go give him class girl belle!” Julius! Julius! Papa! Papa!

It was like a dream, how was I to know that this lady was in anyway related to Julius? Poor Julius.

He pulled me away from the emerging crowd and we ran away leaving my “Ghana must go” I followed him through some dark alleys and cranny’s before he stopped, we were both panting- Ceece what is the meaning of all these? What is happening? Are your really pregnant?

I nodded my head

Jesus Christ! Your father is responsible  abi? He asked

Yes! I replied, I used fifteen minutes and narrated all that had transpired to him. Now I am homeless I concluded.

Author:

A lover of Literature. Author,Poet and Play wright. My ideas and stories are a product of my up bringing and social environment.

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