Confessions Of A Rough, Rugged And Raw 9ja Guy by Money Soldier season2
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FEAR
Here I was,in the sitting room in
front of my Dad and Mum; I had
summoned them earlier that I
had something to tell them, I had
come to the conclusion that the
best thing was to let them know,
one thing was for sure, even if I
couldn't tell them the truth I
wanted and was willing to tell
them something close to the
truth, I felt it was safer and
better that way, I had made up
my mind, no going back. I could
see the tension in my mums face,
I guess she would be wondering
what was so important I had to
say, I had never in my life
summoned them for a meeting
before, so for me to have done
that, it has got to be something
really serious, my Dad sat at his
favourite corner, legs crossed,
waiting for me to spill what I had
out, but only if they knew how
critical and how crazy what I was
going to tell them ll hit them, I
was trembling where I was, even
if I had summoned little courage
to face them, I seriously didn't
know where or how to start, and
before I knew it, tears was
rolling down my cheek, cos I
know I had messed up big time,
when the tears started rolling,
that was when they knew how
serious it was,
"Nwachukwu, ( she called out my
name in Igbo, meaning God's
Son ) what is it?, ke me ni?
(Meaning what happened in
Kwale, her native dialet), ke ne
me e (meaning what is wrong
with you), as she came close to
share my sit with me
________________________FLASH BACK_
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I left Eddy's place to the park as
soon as he broke the news to me
that evening about the School
Security coming to look for me,
how did they get to know about
me?, I seriously do not know, all I
could think of was Cynthia's
neighbour that saw me that
faithful day, maybe she told them
something, I sincerely do not
know, the only idea that came to
my head was to run. I had
nothing else on my mind rather
than leave town, I couldn't face
my Brothers for fear of the
unknown and I couldn't afford
getting caught by school security,
so the only option I had left was
run. I took nothing with me as I
was leaving town, except for the
boxers, black round neck inner
wear and the jean trousers I was
wearing, leaving the rest things
have got behind, my apartment
and everything in it, my life was
more important than mere
properties, lent a thousand naira
from Eddy cos back then N750
was enough to see me through
from Abraka to Benin, and
hurriedly left to the park. Even at
the park, I was restless, I just
couldn't wait for the bus to leave,
my eyes gazing around
consistently, from one end of the
road to another, one word,
'FEAR', I wasn't ready to face the
consequences or punishment
that was chasing me, deep down
inside me, I was praying,
"God just keep me safe and see
me through in one peace out of
town and I swear to never return
again"
I knew nothing was ever going
to make me go back to Delsu
again, my leaving town was for
good, I was so restless to the
extent, if I had enough money on
me, I would have paid for a few
empty sits, just so the driver
could take off. It took a while
that evening before we finally
had complete passengers, that
moment was one of the scariest
moments of my life, have heard
of cultist who where killed at the
park while trying to leave town, I
just didn't want to get caught,
the fact that I had already
shamed my parents was enough,
when there's life, then there's
hope, and when there's hope,
other things ll fall into place.
I hardly could breath,I was
choking where I was, not till the
driver left Abraka completely, that
was when I finally had relieve. In
the bus, as it journeyed to Benin
City, I was thinking about my life,
and the silly mistakes have made,
was every single thing worth it?,
where do I start from?, when my
mates ll be graduating the
following year and serving the
upper year, what ll I tell my
parents, and they have been so
proud of me, are they worth the
pain?, where did they go wrong
to have made me disappoint
them like this?, they gave me
everything any son or daughter
could ever ask for, love, support,
they weren't that wealthy, but I
never lacked a thing, they sent
me money more than I asked for,
they did definitely everything just
to make their only child happy,
but this is how I pay them back,
where they worth the pain?, as I
thought about my mistakes, I
was dripping tears right inside
the bus, cos I was clueless at that
point in time of what to do with
my life, or where to start from,
the bigger pain was that they
brought me up well, I only just
chose the wrong path for myself,
no one forced me.
Just like yesterday, I remember
when I use to sing and play the
Piano in Church and from where
I stood, I could see the smile on
my mums face, we even wink at
eachother sometimes when our
eyes jam, she was so proud of
me, sometimes after Church
services, when we are home, she
tells me and my Dad of how
other women praise her in
Church about having a son that is
worth 10 sons, and I see how
proud she says it, and I
remember those days when she
sees me off on my way to School,
saying those words,
"Don't join cult ooo"
And I ll always reply
"I dey mad?, do I have that time?,
abeg my parents brought me up
well, I no even get the mind"
My Dad could manage the news,
just that I doubted if he ll ever
forgive me, but my Mum? Damn!,'
sweet Mum I wish I listened to
you, am sorry, I was just a young
naïve boy, who had never tasted
absolute freedom before, I got
the freedom and over explored it,
my intentions weren't to hurt
you, I wronged you bad, real bad,
please forgive me'
The deed had been done, so the
only thing left was to man up
and face what was next squarely.
Just to avoid prying eyes, and to
make sure words don't linger to
my parents unexpectedly cos that
ll break them down, I had to
avoid all family members, Aunts,
Uncles and cousins residing in
Benin, I had just one place in my
mind to hide my head for the
time being, and that place was
Joel's place, he was a close
friend, resides in the same hood
in Lagos, I had visited him like
three to four times in Benin, he
was a Diploma student as at that
time, and we both wrote Post
UME at UNIBEN years before, just
that we both didn't get admitted,
before my Delsu admission
clicked. It was the safest I
thought of at that moment, and I
trusted him cos he knew how to
keep his mouth shut, and
besides that, apart from needing
a place to hide my head, I needed
advice from whoever ll give it to
me, but this advice can only come
when I open up, and the only
person I knew I could open up to
was this guy. I knew him well
from our secondary school days,
so I needed to tell him, cos I
couldn't go through all the
agony, regrets and pain on my
own, I might just end up rolling a
rope around my neck, the pains
was that much, what about the
shame?, I might just end up
making a bigger mess if I had
done things on my own, I was
just 20 plus. After I touched Ring
Road Benin, I still had enough
change to take me to Ugbowo,
Uwasota Junction. I took a bus,
and headed to his place.