Lost  (Finalé)

I could swear that I heard my mum’s voice in my unconscious state, but my eyes felt so heavy and my body felt numb. I was unable to open my eyes as I just laid there without moving a muscle.

“Toke pls open your eyes oh… hay God! awọn ọta mi ti ṣe aṣeyọri (my enemies have succeeded) how can I lose my two children in one day?” My mum lamented
“Don’t worry madam she’ll be fine” a female voice said

Meanwhile; the search for my brother had commenced back at home. All efforts made to find him proved futile, my brother was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the drug administered on me wore off completely and I was able to open my eyes. I saw my mum talking to a lady in white at the door, I could conclude by her looks that she was the doctor.
“Where’s Ade?” I said, opening my eyes slowly
“Oh Jesus thank you! Toke you are alive” my mum said, I noticed the eye bags beneath her eyes. It was obvious she hadn’t slept in days, I became worried.
“They’re still looking for your brother, I’m sure they’ll find him” my mum said with a convincing smile
The lady in white walked up to me and did the necessary checkup and concluded that I was fit to go back home giving my mum strict instructions that I had enough rest and shouldn’t be put in any stressful condition.

Weeks passed still no sign of Ade, I missed him so much and mum did too. Life was never the same and in some way, I blamed myself for everything that happened, I should have warned Ade about the looming danger but I didn’t. I prayed day and night that my brother would one day come back home but it seemed the heavens were shut on me.

“Ade my guy! You have done well!” Chief said
“Thank you very much Chief, I hope to do more business with you in future” Ade said with a wicked smile across his face

My nightmares had resumed in full force again and I saw Ade dressed in black and in the midst of dangerously armed men. What shocked me more was Ade seemed like their leader because they were paying homage to him. I woke up scared and confused and I told mum about it, as usual she took it up the best way she knew how to…Prayers.

“Femi, I need to go back home. My mum and sister would be worried, I’m even sure they think I’m dead” Ade said
“Guy, shey you hear wetin baba tell us? If you no hear make I rephrase am for you. Baba say, if you wan succeed for this drug business wey we do, we have to cut of our family members because the day we set our eyes on any of them, that day our jazz would fade and we’ll die” Femi said with a sigh
“I remember all that baba said that night. I just wish things were different” Ade said as he stood up with Femi to prepare for their next mission.
Side Note; You have to read my last post here to understand this post ❤

P.S: I’m not a Yoruba girl, my yoruba friend and Google came to my rescue.

Thank you all for the love you showed me in my previous posts and thanks for reading.



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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.