Broken Dreams

“My name is David Jacobs, I am from a family of 5, the first son and child of my parents. I am from Anambra state, My hobbies are…” 

Pens up! Came the teacher’s voice. Staring at my exam sheet before me, I knew I had failed this particular exam, this was supposed to be an Essay about the economy of my Country but here I was describing myself and telling stories about my family. I couldn’t be blamed, a lot had happened to me over the years and I allowed these issues affect my studies, already wasted my years in school trying to get a BSC in Marketing but I kept failing, all my mates had already gotten theirs and were far ahead of me. Lecturers already gave up on me and even some of my course mates advised me to just quit and go into business.

“David! David!” my sister Ada called out with her tiny voice.

“Mama is calling you oh” she said

Ada was my only sister, I lost my other siblings through a strange sickness, this sickness affected each one of us but I and my sister pulled through, my other siblings weren’t so lucky. Few years later, I lost my dad and my mum was left to cater for our needs. Ada and my mum were very precious to me, so I worked hard in secondary school and was at the top of the class the whole time. I got an admission into the university and did small jobs by the side so I could send some money home for my mum and Ada who was now in secondary school and about to write her final exams. 

Things were going well for me and I got good feedbacks from my mum about Ada, and I prayed earnestly to God that he keeps me long enough so I’ll be able to cater for my family.

My third year in school was the beginning of my travails, I got a message from my mum telling me to come home, stating that it has been a while she saw me. I obliged to her request and travelled home, on getting there I saw my sister, Ada with a swollen tummy and a man old enough to be her father by her side which I later got to discover that he was her class teacher in secondary school. I wept and refused to eat, this case to me was like I have been pouring water into a basket, Ada meant so much to me and I had great plans for her but seeing her in that state shattered me. 

I left few days later with a broken heart, I couldn’t concentrate any longer on my studies and even lost the small job I was doing because of my nonchalant attitude.  I lost friends because I would pour my aggression on them and never apologize, my life was a mess, I felt there was no need struggling to be great since the people or rather the person I suffered for has decided to choose her own path.

Staring at the blank paper before me, I knew that if I didn’t pass this exam, I was going to be rusticated from school. 

“Nooooooooooooooo” I shouted

“David! David! What is the matter?” My sister Ada said with her tiny voice.

Opening my eyes, that was when I realized I had been dreaming the whole time. 

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2 thoughts on “Broken Dreams

  1. Madam Suspense!! I hail thee..
    So it was all a dream?? Chai!!
    Nice one dear, I know there is more..

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