WELCOME BACK 8am, April 9, 2011 It was a saturday morning. Gold, the last of four girls had been at Ijoko, a remote part of Ogun state for a week with her eldest sister. Though she is an introvert, she loves going out and travelling. Everyone whos known her keep wondering about the outgoing introvert, silent talkertive, laconic and loquacious tiny girl and her paradoxical styles. This morning, she got dressed and approached Mrs Akinola, her sisters neighbour, who is doing laundry at her backyard telling her she will be leaving Ijoko that morning and neglected the womans plea to stay with them till the next day. How will she even listen to a mere neighbour? Before she got dressed, her mother had told her to wait so they can both leave the next day and she had bluntly refused. So rigid a girl! After she left Mrs Akinola, she called out to Nike, her niece Nike, keep that my collection of stories o, and whether youre through or not, bring it with you to Akute tomorrow. aunt Gold, what do you want to go and do at Akute today? Why not wait and we both head out to Egbeda tommorrow? she replied. Gold refused to wait claiming shes got issues to see to at Akute. She even threatened to collect the book from her niece if she wont let her be which the latter wont want. She observed protocols and set out. April 10, 2011 5pm She laid on a chair reading James Pattersons bestselling London bridges. After leaving church few hours ago, she went to discuss issues with some of her friends; first as a group and then with some personally- her main reason for insisting on coming Akute. She got home and ate rice and stew but not before she took her favourite food, garri. Even her love for cassava flakes made her science friends develop a formular for the food- G2SO4. This evening, tired from her talkertiveness all through the day, she took a novel to read. Apart from Gold being a talkertive, another aspect of her is reading. A crazy reader of novels especially crimes and detecting; who knows whether that is what triggered her to love law as a study. She is a crazy fan of Grisham, Sandford and James who she most times call Alex cos of his Alex cross series. She got so engrossed in her novel that she didnt hear the mobile ringing. She noticed it was getting dark and picked up the phone to check time, then she saw 8 calls she had missed- her mother and sister. Let them just say i should stay here and go to Egbeda tomorrow she muttered. After beeping her callers, she continued her London Bridges but not for long. Her phone rang and this time she heard, she picked it and her mother was on the other end; Ola, where did you put your phone all this while she said, though her daughter sensed her voice is shaky. mummy, i was busy in the kitchen she lied whats wrong? Are you okay? Is all well? What of Nike? Ive been waiting for her since morning wil you stop your endless questions and listen to me, her mother replied and that shut her up. People have said that only her mother is the rein on a horse mouth to Gold. Nike and others will soon be there with you, they left home few hours back and its possible my self and your sister join you there by night. she quieted and continued the house got burnt and everything too Gold gasped burnt? How did it happen? Where did fire come from? Who, who... we werent home and your nieces said they only saw smoke rising from the wardrobe. Nobody knew what happened. Nike has a burn on her arm, take care of her and others. Theyll get there soon she concluded Mom, hello, mum wait did Nike remember to take my book? Is she coming with it?, hoping against hope her mother would say yes for that is all she long to hear. Her mother kept quiet. mummy, hello, Wura are you there? Ola, Im sorry, she tried to. She even went into the house when it was burning. The fire caught her, youll see the burn on her arm. Unfortunately, the book got burnt I sat still and gazed into space, then I heard a knock on the door aunt Gold, open the door, the house got burnt. There and then I stopped writing prose. Exactly three years back. I think three years is enough to mourn my loss of six years collection of stories... Can I have somebody give me a WELCOME BACK TO PROSE WRITING
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 11:04:04 +0000
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