Friday, 6 March 2015


I came from a wealthy family. Very wealthy family. I basically had all I ever needed and had never lacked. We were not overly religious but we were Christians and went to church every Sunday.  I loved my mum and dad but not in a freaking way. I was closer to my sister though we gave each other space enough. My mum always wanted the best for me so she proposed I school outside the country. My dad never refuses her request but he vehemently opposed it and she stopped asking and started looking for very good schools in Nigeria. I had never seen my parents argue till the evening dad came home with the news that I would school in his home town.

“What!” Mum said dropping the glass in her hands which made a shattering sound.

Dad had just returned from work and walked into us all but his reply to mum’s greeting was the news.

My sister quickly got up to go and get broom to clear up the glasses. I had never been faced with the situation and so didn’t know how to react so I just sat with my face glued to the telly but listening.

“How can you say that?! How can you even think that?! You hate your hometown, you never go there unless need be. I can deal with that alright but there is no good school there. How can you want your son to be there?” She screamed

Dad walked toward the dinning and she followed suit.

“You need not scream, the kids are around. I enquired about the school there and sent someone there myself to investigate and I heard fair reports.” He replied.

“Fair reports? Fair reports? For your only son, fair reports? What is wrong with you? I can’t believe you right now.”

“He’s had the best all his life, you may not understand now but he needs this.” He reassured

They made muffled sentences the rest of the conversation and I couldn’t hear them.
The next day I had travelled down with my dad to start the admission process and he kept telling me that it was about the student and not the school.
Mum wasn’t happy but I didn’t mind. It was a recognized school with lecturers and students with classes so it was enough for me.  She took it upon herself to get me a great hostel and furnished it well for me.
But ever since I began school in full swing, I felt out of place, something felt missing, an essence. It wasn’t what I was used to. It wasn’t the rich kids struggling to be noticed or make best results. It wasn’t kids whose zombie lives were being driven about. It was not better but it was different, it created a longing that I didn’t even understand...

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1 comment:

  1. Wow.. Wonderfully written..

    See u tomorrow too.