“Shehu, my son ….’ my father uttered finally, “…. I know you have been harboring this notion on your mind for a long time now. Ever since those friends of yours left for the city a couple of years ago, you have been behaving like a bereaved fellow. ‘You are now a man and I believe you can decide for yourself what is good. I don’t have anything to say than to give you my blessings. A man must follow his heart. I have only called your mother here to be a witness that as much as I am against your leaving, I wish you well. Turning to my mother, Maimunat, is there anything you would want to say?” With tears in her eyes my mother blessed me and wished me Allah’s favour. Being the favorite amongst her five sons, I knew she would miss me. Visit africanstorytellers.blogspot to read the full length novella A Night Bus to Aba. Leave a comment. Support the blog by dropping your remarks. Enjoy African writings by Africans.
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