*CONNECT creative writing*
By Ikumawoyi Toluwalase
Pastor Jossy as he is popularly known among the students during his days on campus, the head of the three musketeers and a former FBI agent arrived back in Nigeria only to face the toughest, biggest and most complicated phase of his life.
Will he scale through it or will he drown in it ? Will he be saved? All this and many other questions will be answered in the new story SAVE ME!
Well…you can’t run away from who you are, either you face it or you will still face it either way.
Sit and enjoy this wonderful story by Ikumawoyi Toluwalase popularly known as Doctorlash.
P.S: this story is purely fictional though with some little truth and realities in it, written out of experience and a vision to address important issues such as betrayer, friendship and parenting. The scenes portrayed and names used are totally fictional, though the environment are places the author is very familiar with.
NB. Limited editing was applied to this piece so as to ensure the independence of the author’s style.
“You are nothing but a failure. I am not even sure I am your father. I can’t imagine spending my money on a fool like you. Is this how you will pay me for my labour on you? Your younger sister has gotten admission already and here you are, still writing jamb, for the second time now. Get out of my room you bastard!”
Joseph opened his eyes. It was this dream again. Its year 2016. For heaven’s sake this dream had haunted him close to 14years. Was he really a failure? He knew he was a bastard, at least his mother didn’t deny his father’s accusation when he brought it up, instead she unleashed heavy tears
“Yes what is it? He barked at the hostess who shook him out of his daydreaming.
“Erhmm… Could you please fasten your seatbelt… We will be landing in few minutes.” She replied him with a smile and walked away.
Damn it!!! why would she smile and leave him guilt stricken for shouting at her, he said to himself while he hurriedly fastened his seatbelt and almost immediately let out a soft groan, as the devil inside of him said…”Welcome back to Nigeria…!!”
“Am sorry Jadesola, I can’t do this anymore. Dating you was a mistake I regret for the rest of my life. I can’t continue lying to myself… Am sorry!”
Her eyes flickered, and the first thing she saw was the clock in her office. “Its 4:30pm already!” She exclaimed and lazily stood up to her feet, stretched her body and went over to sit on her office chair.
This is the first time in five years that she is having this dream. Why? At least not when she is finally getting over it. Is she going to relapse again…?
I need to speak to my mentor today, she concluded. Just then she jumped on her feet and almost ran out of her office. She stopped, picked her bag, then hurried out of her office.
Laughter can conceal a heavy heart,
But when the laughter ends, the grief remains…
Smridu… Joseph said to the cab driver.
Erhmm… Where is that sir? Asked the confused old man who doubled as the cab driver, Joseph was confused. He thought all cab drivers should know one of the popular hotels (at least Google said so).
“Okay do you know any hotel along this airport road? I am tired and I need rest”. He concluded as he dropped his travelling bag into the boot.
Smiling with his almost burnt teeth, the driver entered the car and asked “Is it the expensive ones or average sir ?” Only God knows what the old man has been consuming, but from a wide guess I would say it was tobacco. After all, the blacks copy everything about the white from their skimpy dressing to their intake of alcohol, Joseph thought in his mind and then replied ” the average one will be okay, but I would have preferred if you take me to Smridu , 39, Adekunle Fajuyi Way, GRA Ikeja” He read out from his Itel Inote.
“Ohh!! Simiridu! that hotel… I know the place sir!” The old man exclaimed with a jolt, as if he just remembered where he kept his money after a long period of searching.
The driver ignited the car engine and it roared alive. He sped off with Joseph thanking his stars the cab is not as old as the man. He wondered what the old man probably in his late sixties was still doing driving a cab all around. And his mind dwindled back to his primary school days…
Why are you so old and still driving a bike? young Joseph asked with curiosity all over his face. His mother had stopped the bikeman and given the direction of his school to the old man driving the motorcycle, “Saint Anthony nursery and primary school” she said. “Don’t mind him sir, he is very outspoken, I apologise for his rudeness” she added.
The man smiled and bent his motorcycle for the young elated boy to climb and sit.
Joseph could not just wait to get to school, it’s the first day of resumption, and the same day he will get to know if he was going to be the senior prefect or not. “Nobody can contend that position with me in this school” he had told his two jolly friends.
Talking about his two jolly friends- John and James, they were referred to as the three musketeers. Excellent and very intelligent lads and equally rascals, as their teachers always find a way of not pitching them together in class if he or she wants to enjoy a good term for that session.
“Here he comes”. James was the first to sight him as he alighted from the motorcycle and bade the oldman goodbye. Well, not after some few minutes of advise “read your book and you won’t be struggling at your old age like me” Joseph told his friends mimicking the old man words.
“I was the first to get to school” John the seemingly reserved boy among the three of them said, he was always known for his punctuality because his father who works as a bank manager drops him in school on his way to work.
“Welcome back to school boys and to the lovely sound of my good friend kanako” Mr Femi said, making the boys turn around amidst their discussion about their plans for the term and who the various prefect positions would be given to. They smiled at Mr Femi’s statement knowing fully well that his good friend “kanako” referred to his long cane which he uses on the stubborn kids and will soon be their turn because he is going to be their Classteacher.
“The name of the senior girl will be Omoboriola Funmilayo” the headmistress said with smiles on her lips. Why won’t she laugh when her daughter has just been given the position of the senior girl. The classy Funmi as her friends call her catwalked to the front amidst clapping from the students who had gathered in the school auditorium to witness their first assembly of the session. James who was the most notorious among the three and the only one standing beside Joseph because John had been called out as the punctuality prefect, pinched Joseph and the boy eyed him with anger bodly written on his face.
“Jossy, finally your crush is now the senior girl” he whispered into Joseph’s ears. And just before Joseph could respond, James practically ran outside because his name had just been mentioned as the assistant senior boy. And finally Joseph too was called forward as the senior boy. No one was surprised, he was always known to be the best person for the position.
As he walked up to the podium, he suddenly became scared and nervous as he saw his bestfriend whisper something to the ears of the senior girl.
“What could he have said to her” he thought within himself, with his face betraying his emotions.
To be continued…
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