The Otherside Of Life
Episode 3
“I am so sorry but the money is too late we lost your mother!!”
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The money drop from my hand my legs became heavy for me i was dumbfounded the doctor walk into his office without showing any form of concern.
“Aaaaah my mother!!!” I shouted in tears I stump my feet against the ground wallowing in pain I couldn’t just take it I stood up to quickly to inform my father and brother about what happened suddenly I saw some men carrying my father and shouting for help my brother walked in his cloth were soaked in blood he was crying as he saw me.
“Segun!! What happened?” I asked as he came closer to me he place his hand on my shoulder and shook his head
“Dad is dead!!”
“What!! No oooo God please don’t allow this to happen please wake him up” I shouted as another river of tears gush out from my eyes. I ran to the ward where he was I shake him vigorously but he didn’t move and inch. He is dead!!
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We lost our parents that very night we have nobody,no friends, no helper. It is just us.
We went back to the house and explain what happened to our parent to the landlord maybe he would have mercy and allow us into the house but he didn’t he chase us out like dogs.
We pack our stuff and went to an uncompleted building and we start living there. I am just twelve years old while my brother is sixteen years.
Our education has stopped obviously we began to go to our mother’s shop to start selling the goods that remain I would stay in the shop while my brother will go around hawking. Sometimes when he got back he always found me moody.
The pain of losing your love ones hurt so much to the marrow. The memories of that very night keep appearing in my face like it just happened. I can’t just take it I wish they never leave us so fast. My heart melted each time I remember, what can I do to bring them back? Nothing!!.
The money my father gave me that very day was actually 250 thousands and we used it to secure a small apartment in a ghetto area. We paid for three years upfront and we start living there. We bought some goods with it and also some foodstuff while we keep the rest.
After six months of living in the ghetto my brother came to the shop one sunny afternoon he didn’t hawk that very day he claim to go to somewhere very important but he didn’t say anything about his whereabout.
“Good afternoon sis” he said as he sat down on a wooden bench in front of me
“Good afternoon bro you are welcome!!” I said and hand over a cold sachet of water to him and he gulp it down is throat.
“So how far with where you went to?” I asked
“Good my sister infact it is spectacular” he said with a smile
“Really okay ooo will you now tell me where you went to?” I asked
“Sure a friend of mine introduce me to a person who owned varieties of companies in Abuja, Ibadan and even right here in Lagos so after I met with the person today and told him my capacity he said I can resume work tomorrow” my brother said
“Really !!”
“Yes ooo!!”
“Thank you God. So what job is it?” I asked
“Driver” he said I stared at him for a seconds and then burst out in laugh
“Sine when did you know how to drive?” I asked
“Since last year I have been practicing and now I am perfect” he said
“I still don’t understand you like how? Where? When?”
“Every time I see sales hasn’t been going well there’s this mechanic workshop that I do go people are very plenty there and they love betting that they can perform some skills with some of the cars there so from there I learn how drive a car and also sell” he said to my shocking.
“Really so mummy send you to go and sell buns instead you went to learn how to drive a car Abi” I teased him and we both laugh.
“So how much is the pay?”
“70 thousand per month” he said
“Are you serious 70 thousands? We are rich already!!” I jump up from my seat and start dancing.
To be continued
written by Nifemi Oluwasogo-
