He watched silently as the others got taken out for a breath of fresh air. Some of the older ones returned but the younger ones hardly ever came back. How envious he was. He remembered the days people had struggled for him. He had been so young and pristine then. Now he was old and barely able to keep track of his body parts. The things he had been a witness to….the people he could implicate. No one seemed to care. *sigh*….He drifted off into one of his ever so frequent daydreams about the old days….
*slap*…that was always his earliest recollection. A hot slap on his face that must have left an imprint. It had jolted him to reality as he tried to survey his surrounding. He was in a really tight space with a bunch of others. His first breath had been all types of clean not the nonsense he was forced to inhale nowadays. He had been put into a really clean room where he had tried to know his peers. He remembered the following words being said “oga wants you to mobilize those boys immediately. You know what to do” as his location was being changed. He had no idea where they were going but he wasn’t bothered as long as he wasn’t alone. The next thing he remembered was being singled out of the bunch and given to a man in black uniform. He cried and yelled but the others left him there. Thus began his lonely journey.
He lived with the uniformed man for a while before the man took him to church and dumped him there. He wondered what he had done and he yelled but the sound of the singing going on had drowned him out. He had looked around and seen all sorts. All strangers as far as he was concerned so he kept to himself. Most of the things that had happened after the church had been lost to his aged mind but some experiences could not be forgotten. He chuckled as he remembered one of the couples he had stayed with. Talk about insatiable. “Agro” had nothing on the wife mehn! She was getting it on with both her husband and the male “ekaette“. Husband had no clue. He sometimes wondered if the husband ever found out. He got sent to another home before that ever happened.
He had witnessed men plot evil against others, children steal from their parents, politicians get bribed etc and he had escaped all this unscathed until that wedding. The wedding that made him all but useless to everyone else. Now they all rejected him like he was a leper. He had been rescued from the wedding stampede by a young woman who had attempted to carry out some plastic surgery on him before bringing him to his current residence. This dirty dump where the air alone had all but killed him. Granted it wasn’t all edges. There was quite a lot of “foam” but he had been in far better places.
He was jolted out of his daydream by a rush of fresh air. He opened his eyes and he was outside. He had only just begun to breathe before he heard “madam no be the same fifty naira wey u bin try give me last week be that? The masking tape don brown finish. Abeg troway that money” and he was shoved back into the “comforts” of Iya Basira’s bra.
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