Tuesday 27 March 2018

SHORT STORIES FROM MY COUNTRY

                          STORY 1
    
     
         MUMBO JUMBO



EPISODE 1

Musa left home in a very sad mood that Friday morning. The way that led to school was long, busy and muddy. He had no option than to trek all the way. He didn’t taste breakfast that morning because there was nothing to eat at home. His mother, who has been a widow for 18 years, after the death of his father, pleaded with him to go to school on empty stomach. Considering the long distance and brain-tasking class works, he would have refused, but for the fact that he would be having some class tests that day. Moreso, he was moved with pity for the poor woman who always shed tears at the slightest of issues. His mother sold bread and butter at the nearest bus stop.  She came back home empty handed the day before after state government officials came to seize all her goods for selling by the road side. All her pleas fell on deaf years. They even attempted to drag her to their nearby office, but passers-by rescued her from the tight grip of the overzealous officials. She was consoled as she walked back home barefooted. It was when she got home that she realized her purse was missing. She ran back, but the scene was as empty as a grave yard. She almost collapsed.

Regrettably, Musa’s mother never stopped cursing the day she met her husband. He died just two weeks after they had their only child –Musa. He died due to head injury sustained in an auto accident. The husband was a taxi driver and comes home very late in the night. Sometimes he gets drunk and vomits all over their cage-like, one room apartment. Despite all her advice and warning, the man didn’t turn a new leaf and eventually met his untimely death when he was drunk-driving and speedily ran into an oncoming firewood-laden truck. After much incessant head bleeding, he died three days later in a government hospital.

As Musa continued his seemingly unending journey to school, he felt dizzy and weak. He cursed the worms in his stomach as he crossed to the other side of the road. He was so hungry that he didn’t see a group of people watching dog fight in sheer ecstasy. He dragged his foot like a sun-scorched soldier lost in the desert. His uniform was old, tattered with countless patches and rough stitches. He has lost counts of the number of times his mother kept promising to buy him a new one. As a secondary school student, shyness took over his manliness when communicating with female classmates. Though he was handsome, tall, dark and slim, he had neither friends nor enemies.

As the sun began to take shape, Musa decided to urinate near a mango tree. As he moved closer to the tree, he saw two middle-aged men, drinking ogogoro (dry gin) and talking carelessly. They were sitting on a long bench very close to a black Infinity jeep. Musa was angry and frowned at them because he was surprised to see elderly men drinking so early in the morning. He saw it as a sign of gross irresponsibility and waste of manpower. They were so occupied in their discussion that they didn’t even notice Musa who was close, but not too close to them. Musa discovered that there was another man inside the jeep. He was well dressed and had a sunshade on. Judging by his appearance, he was a wealthy and well-to-do personality. He was about to unzip his brown shorts when he overheard the men’s discussion.

MAN A: (Pouring more ogogoro inside his cup) This life is too sweet. I will enjoy myself to the fullest! I feel like the luckiest man on earth with this driving job.

MAN B: (laughs hysterically) I will kill myself anyday you leave this your job because I don’t think there is any other enjoyment greater than this! To drive a blind billionaire is the best job in town (both engage in lengthy laughter).

.......to be continued.