The Otherside Of Life
Episode One
There is a always a saying that says “No condition is permanent” well I believe in this we all have what we are going through in this life.
Everyone passing by on the street has what he or she is going through we all just pretend to people that everything is fine and okay but deep down we are going through fire.
Life hasn’t treated me so well as people say I am always going from fry pan to fire hmmmm this is not easy for me even up till now that I am married.
Let me quickly take you on a journey to my past and see what I am talking about.
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Fifteen years ago, I was still in secondary school I was in Jss 1 while my brother was in Jss 3 we both attend the same secondary school a public school to be precise due to the situation of the family and country my parents couldn’t afford the high fee of private school.
My brother and I were constantly chased home for owing school fee to the extent our names is the first name on the school debt list. The students already know us, whenever we are going home they always mock us and insult us especially me my brother will try to put a fight with them for insulting me but at the end of the day he was the one that always get punished by the teachers, why?
He couldn’t express himself in English language fluently he could only speak pigin English which we normally call (Broken English) here in Nigeria. Due to that the student always manipulate the whole matter.
I was trying a little in speaking English language but there was always flaws in my sentence and I ended up being laughed at.
We went to the market to meet our mother where she sells some provision in a small container. When she saw us her countenance changed knowing why we are here.
“Why are your school like this can’t they even spare just one day not to chase you out of the school?” She asked in our dialect which is Yoruba.
“They can’t because we are the one owing them the much in the school!!” My brother reply and we went in and brought out a tray and a box and load it with some goods and went to start hawking.
This has become our routine almost everyday (what am I even saying it is everyday). I was hawking sugar, groundnuts, and kulikuli while my brother hawk buns and egg roll.
It wasn’t easy for us at all everyday we went in the scorching sun and start selling to people sometimes we often patronise them to buy just to make sure we do not go home empty-handed and sometimes we end up selling nothing.
My father is a driver though he didn’t have a cab of his own he simply go to the car pack after signing some agreement with the chairman of the car pack to be remitting some certain amount everyday he will take the car or bus and start using it for transport.
But recently he had an accident with the car which almost took his life but luckily he survived it when the chairman heard about it he was furious and collected the car from my father which left him jobless.
So my mother has been the one financing the house with the little she make from her shop but one evening a calamity befell us….
My name is Gloria Ajayi and this is my story.
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written by Nifemi Oluwasogo-
