Happy Child Episode 2

Happy Child (With Many Sorrows)


Episode Two


Miss Josephine knocked on the door to the Head Mistress's office. She waited until she heard her bid in.


"Please, come in, the door isn't locked." The Headmistress replied.


The Head Mistress, Mrs Ajanaku, an old fair in complexion, tall Yoruba woman. She was strict but not difficult to approach.


"Good afternoon ma, I hope I didn't check in at the wrong time?" She asked.


"Not at all, I hope there is no problem?" She asked, concern in her voice.


"There is, but I don't know how to even go about it, ma!" Mrs Josephine said, her voice shaking .


"Talk to me. What's the problem?" Mrs Ajanaku pestered to know what was going on.


"I received a call about five minutes ago from Mr Alarape, he told me that he lost the wife and won't be able to come to school to pick Josh." Miss Josephine explained.



"Oh Jesus! That woman... Oh!" Mrs Ajanaku exclaimed and placed her head on the table.


"What are we going to do now?" The Headmistress asked to know what should be done, but they were both clueless.


Miss Josephine broke the silence "Let's call the school driver to take boy home after school."


The Head mistress placed a call to the father to inform him that the boy will be handed over to the driver to bring him home while the teachers will meet to know what next.


Josh Alarape was also one of the brilliant boys in Primary 4A and he celebrated his 8 year old birthday a few weeks ago.


Minutes rolled to hours and it was closing time.


Cars were trooping in to pick their kids. Some came around to pick their kids with motorbike, while some students went with the school bus.


Teachers were always waiting for the closing time briefing to summarize the work of the day. Submission of teaching materials and the likes.


All teachers were gathered in the open space close to the Headmistress office and the meeting started briefly.


"Good afternoon everyone." Mrs Ajanaku, greeted.


Everyone chorused the reply back "Good afternoon ma."


"Today is a sad day for me as we got a call from Josh's father some hours ago about the demise of his mother."


Everyone started mumbling. Some started to cry and those who were speechless stood gazing at nothing in particular.


"This death isn't fair." One of the Teachers said.


The Headmistress interrupted the cacophony of muffled tears. "Let's have one minute silence for the deceased." They all stood up and observed the minute.


The Headmistress further suggested that two teachers will be sent to the boys house to represent the school and know what they may be needing.


Everyone left the school compound talking and making comments on how good the woman was and the family.


****

In Mr Alarape's house.


The teachers entered the gate and saw people around the compound wailing, crying and dabbing their faces with different wrapper, face towel, tissues and so on. They approached a young man who was standing close to the door.


"Good evening sir, we are from Josh's school and we are here to..." Before they could finish what they were saying, someone from the room requested them to come in which they did.


"We're so sorry for the loss sir. May God console the family and uphold you sir." Mr Pade, one of the teachers said.


After staying for few minutes, they requested to take their leave and Mr Alarape said he was grateful.


He also told them to excuse Josh from school for the rest of the week because the burial was set to be done the following week.


What happened next?


Watch out for the next episode.

HAPPY CHILD Episode 1

Happy Child (with many sorrows)

Story by O'nezer

Episode One


"Gbagaun! Gbagaun! 'Break time" a tall dark boy in a well ironed uniform stood in front of the class pavement to jingle the bell.


The break time was always from 12:00pm to 12:30 and this day wasn't different. All the pupils rushed out of their various classes. Those who wanted to buy food rushed to the food vendor while others that were eager to go on the playground found their way there.


Bethel Nursery and Primary School is one of the best school in the area, and even high-income families would rather send their kids to that school than any other school around.


There was also an open field very close to the car parking lot. Some of the boys would go there to play football, some doing the catcher game while some of the girls jumped rope.


"John, are you not going for break?" the class teacher asked John, who was the only one left in the class.


John was one of the bookworms and gentle kids in Primary 4. He was the last child of Mr and Mrs Adegbenro. Everything was given to satisfy him and he was been treated like a special child.


"No ma, I brought my food from home." John replied calmly.


"Alright. Enjoy your meal." the teacher said as she walked out the door to the opposite class.


Few minutes later, the break was over and everyone was back to their various classes.


"Good afternoon ma, you are welcome to Primary 4A. God bless you ma! Amen" the pupils chorused, affirming their prayer by themselves.


"You may have your seat." Miss Josephine ordered.


Miss Josephine, an unmarried, light skinned woman in her mid 30's. She was the class teacher who taught them 5 subjects.


She entered the class with their dictation note and started complaining on the number of students in their class who they had hope to present for the common entrance had failed dictation.


"I can't believe that out of 35 pupils in this class, only 15 people did well!" She exclaimed.


"Let's do the correction. Kingsley share this book." She said as she turned to the chalk board to write the correction.


A few seconds later, her phone started ringing. She wondered who could be calling her by that time of the noon. She moved closer to the bag but before she could answer her phone, the call went off.


"Wos, the person will call back jere." She said in a whisper as she continued writing on the board.


The phone started ringing again. She picked this time!


"Hello... Good afternoon sir. Yes, this is Bethel Nursery and Primary School... Yes sir, I'm with you... Jesus, when? Oh God!" She dropped the call.


"Let me just write the right answers on the board, correct it all in your book and bring it back to the staff room." She said as she hurried out of the class.


Immediately she headed straight to the Head-Mistress's office.


What happened next?

Watch out for the next episode to find out.
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Beyond the shade. Episode 7- finale

BEYOND THE SHADE
Episode 7- Finale.
Story by O'nezer

I slowly walked down to the room that I saw everyone running to.

"Aunty, is that the madam?" I asked to confirm.

Madam Adeniwura was very beautiful. From her looks, she should be in her mid forty's.

She was coughing so loudly and the sound was very scary. She was coughing like that because the time that she was supposed to be given the renewal blood had almost passed and still had not gotten the blood.

Inability to drink the blood would lead to her death, based on what Mr Tunde said.

"I know of a blood that can help Madam" I said not knowing where the confidence came from.

I continued "this blood is ever active and never failing" all eyes were now on me.

"Wetin this pikin dey talk, you wan dey whine us abi?" one of the guy interrupted, but Mr Tunde shut him up and asked me to continue.

"The blood is the one that I drink whenever I'm in trouble or find myself in situations beyond control and my parent always tell me that this blood is available anywhere and every day" before I could finish that, everyone has moved back a bit with mixture of fear and disbelief.

I concluded with "if you want the blood, what to do isn't hard. Just say after me, Lord Jesus..."

I noticed a change in tone and someone hissed "na so so Jesus matter she wan yan self..." One of the guy said and they started walking out one after the other.

"Guy make we listen to wetin she wan talk na" one of them reluctantly suggested, but they left and now we were just 4 left out of 10 people that we got in together.

Mr Tunde, Madam Adeniwura, Aunty Bukola and Prince who had changed his name to Perimeter.

I introduced them to the blood that can never lose its power. Madam Adeniwura started gasping and we all gathered around again but to my greatest surprise she started shouting "blood of  Jesus" repeatedly.

She was feeling much better and Mr Tunde suggested we took Madam to the hospital to have her checked up and placed on the right medication, but it was late in the night already when he made the suggestion.

They concluded on going very early on Sunday morning.

"Wake up, let's go" I felt a tap on my back. I stood up and followed them but as we were about stepping out of the house, what we saw was shocking.

We saw a police van outside the gate and with my guesses, quite a number of police and had been placed around the house.

"Hands up everyone" one of the police said.

"Help, help... Somebody help" Mr Tunde shouted.

But before any help could be rendered, Madam Adeniwura was dead and this made everyone cold, but my question was- 'how did police get to this place?'

Aunty Bukola followed the guys out when they wanted to take Uncle Musa away. She pleaded with one of the guys that had a crush on her.

They showed uncle Musa the way and he was the one that found his way back home and brought the Police men along with Sandra's family.

Mom was looking so pale and I could see worry all over dad's face. It was indeed the longest weekend in my life.

I can boldly say that Jesus power is super power and his blood is ever saving. No matter how far you might have gone away, He's ready to save and take you back.

This is what happened to me about 15 years ago and I'm happy to share my testimony on this program 'Beyond the Shade as I also celebrate my 25th birthday today. To God be the glory."

The moderator interrupted "Until next time you join us on this real life and life changing, educative and informative program, stay tuned with us and stay blessed. Join us same time, same station"

Fade out.

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Beyond the shades. Episode 6

BEYOND THE SHADE
Story by O'nezer

Episode 6

At about 11am that morning, we  heard a knock on the door. Again. I still imagine why they always knocked seeing we were being held hostage.

And even though i knew we were in a dangerous situation, I was getting hungry and growing tired as each moment passed. I secretly wished aunt Bukola was at the door and hopefully she brought us food and have thought of a way to help us out of the house.

I could see fear written over Uncle Musa's face. He walked reluctantly to the door and opened it. He gasped, rather too loudly.

"Thank goodness!" He whispered.

I looked up and guess who was there... Aunty Bukola!

I was so excited. Aunty, has I knew best to address anyone older than I was, brought us food - garnished noodles and yogurt.

I was thinking Aunty Bukola would tell us how to get out of here as she promised, but the news she brought to us further broke my heart.

"They knew I was here last night and it was frowned upon." She said calmly.

The news instantaneously made me lose my appetite. I had just 3 spoons and left the rest.

About two and half hours that baba had gone and as time went by, everywhere seemed scarier  than before, and since we had no clue of what was going to happen to us, we just followed every instruction.

As we waited, different thoughts going through our minds, there was a knock at the door. When uncle Musa opened the door, it was the guy that came in earlier with the scarf to blindfold us.

"Mr, let's go and this time around, I pray you come back alive." The huge guy said.

He tied our face again and led us through the way. This time, we were asked to sit and not kneel like the first time.

Baba started with his songs and later started chanting, this taking about thirty minutes.

After that, Baba requested that they should take Uncle Musa away. "Remember the sacrifice requires the blood of a young girl, so take this man back. There is no room for delay again because we have to do the renewal today, if not..." Baba said angrily.

"We all know what happens if a renewal isn't done every three months." I heard, but I still couldn't comprehend what needed to be renewed and why.

I sensed uncle Musa had been taken away and I was left with Baba and a few other people in the room.

Baba asked one of the guy to remove the blindfold. To my greatest surprise, it was Mr Tunde.

He was equally as shocked as I was. That took me back to why the HM said 'he had better flee.'

"Guys, you picked the wrong girl. Now I know why all the sacrifice and all wasn't working on her." He said with an hint of shame in his voice.

"Look, I know who she is, and I have always known Sandra as quite different from other pupils that I have been sending to Madam Adeniwura."

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Madam Adeniwura. She was one of the rich and well known woman in the outskirt of the town. Everyone had assumed and associated her source of wealth with her presumable hardwork.

Unknown to others, Madam acquired her wealth through a blood renewal plan which required the use of girls between the ages seven to eleven.

Mr Tunde's father died a year ago and he believed in his father's work, and that was why he made both teaching and his father's work a part time job.

****
Before anyone could say anything else, I asked where Uncle Musa was and after Baba nudged one of the guys to speak, I was told he had been killed. I couldn't believe it. Rapidly, tears flowed down my cheeks, but before I could burst out crying, we heard a shout from one of the rooms.

 "What's going on?" Baba said. Everyone looked equally confused as they all rushed towards one of the rooms, leaving the teary-eyed me.

What happened?

Watch out for the next episode to find out.
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Beyond the shade Episode 5

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 5)
Story by O'nezer

Initially, we were hearing a sound faintly from a distance, but it kept getting closer to us. When I checked the clock on the wall in the room, it was already morning as the time was 6:45am.

"What's that sound uncle?" I asked with fear.

The sound of music coming from the place we assumed to be the sitting room was now scary.

Some minutes later, someone came knocking at the door. We weren't sure whether to be happy or sad. It was actually a mixed feelings of 'thank God we are leaving and that of leaving that house alive.'

Uncle Musa gathered the confidence to open the door. It was a new guy that we hadn't seen the day before.

He was wearing a dark polo that revealed his well- built muscles. If he attempted to carry me with his big palm, I would look like tissue in his hand.

He entered the room and asked Uncle Musa to kneel down. I was getting scared as those words from the guy that said everyday won't be Christmas here was coming to my mind.

He brought us a white scarf-like cloth and he covered my eyes and that of Uncle Musa and instructed us to follow him immediately.

We were being directed as we both couldn't see where we were being taken to.

I couldn't see the time to know how long we've been blindfolded, but by assumption, It was nothing less than 30 minutes.

"Madam is here now" one of the guys said and we could feel the sound which made it more obvious that the house wasn't only big but so many people were working in it.

As they continued discussing, we heard them talking about a baba that was on his way down there, but had to attend to one or two things which was the reason for his delay.

Some minutes later, someone came around to announce the presence of the long expected baba.

Baba entered and he saw us kneeling with our blindfold. A lot of questions were running through my mind but the only thing I could do was to keep praying and reminding God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. I remembered that He that watches over us never sleeps nor slumbers.

I've heard my parents pray that before and it was quite easy to repeat their words of prayer in my present state.

My parent had always told me that God hears and answers prayer not minding our status or whatnot.

Baba was saying  some unfamiliar words and as a little child, I was not sure I could even guess what baba was trying to say.

"Madam, don't worry, we will do the renewal perfectly and you will live longer than your forefathers" baba confidently assured whoever the Madam was.

After several attempts on saying some words and feeling baba's movement around us. We realised that Baba was acting strange and somewhat furious and he kept on saying "I hope these ones here are not the forbidden ones."

After several attempts, "it's like it's not working" Baba whispered.

"Baba, you sure say no be you dey fake am" one of the guy interrupted but before he could finish his statement, we heard a sound like a fall.

"Go and throw his body in the canal behind the compound" Baba said.

I had never been more scared in my life at that instant.

"How could someone fall and die instantly just because he dared Baba" I thought.

"This baba must be powerful" I muttered but the only song that came to my mind that moment was the song they taught us at children's church "Jesus power, super power..." I kept on singing it silently.

'Let us take a break, I will come back in 3 hours time to retry but by then, I'm coming with double of what I came with" Baba said as he walked out of the house.

We were returned back to our room and that was when they opened our eyes again.

What happened after this?
Find out in the next episode.
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Beyond the shade. Episode 4

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 4)
Story by O'nezer

"Open up!" the male voice said again, knocking vigorously.

Bukola paced around the room. All of us crippled with fear of knowing she shouldn't be in our room at that time of the day. She was already acting and thinking out in whispers on what to say or where to hide.

"Aunty, the wardrobe is big enough for you to hide and not be caught" I quickly suggested.

Without thinking twice, she gave me a quiet hi five and gently walked into and closed the wardrobe that was firmly built close to the wall.

Uncle Musa walked towards the door and checked through the heyhole just like he did the first time, but this time it was definitely a man.

Uncle Musa opened the door and the guy entered the room with a towel in this right and a blanket on the other hand.

"Everyday no be Christmas and na first night go always sweet pass." He said and handed the towel and blanket to me.

He walked a bit close to the wardrobe but uncle Musa created a scene by shedding crocodile tears and he requested the new guy to please set us free so we can go home. The new guy hissed and left the room. Immediately, Uncle Musa went straight to the door and locked it.

"It's getting late already and I have to go now, no one must come back and meet me here again." Bukola said hurriedly as she stepped out of the wardrobe.

She looked through the hole and tried to be sure that none of the other house workers was around to see her walk out the room. She walked out and uncle Musa and I were left alone in the room. Everywhere was as silent as the graveyard and only the sound of the wall clock was so loud that the person next room could hear it.

"Try to sleep Sandra, let's just keep praying we get out of this place alive." Uncle Musa said calmly.
Although I always had the belief that there was always a reason for everything and God won't watch His own suffer in the hands of the evil people, I was a bit scared.

"Uncle, but I have something I want to ask you. I don't know if you will tell me." I asked silently.

"Go ahead, if it is something I can definitely answer, I sure will." Uncle Musa assured me.

"Where do you know that aunty from?" I asked.

"It's a long story but i'll tell you a short version. So about Bukola," he adjusted. "She's someone I met some years ago, but never thought we could ever see again. You know, life can be very funny and it can always bring people back together" Uncle Musa said as he now turned his face to me.

"I met Bukola when she was posted to H.I.S for her National Youth Service. She was everything a man could ask for in a woman and though she looked so young and innocent, I felt I could have her as my wife."

"Bukola was serving at a primary school where I worked as the school bus Driver. I was quite young also and I had enough money I could spend on her and even give her a big wedding if she wanted. But she saw me as an ordinary Driver and my looks couldn't speak for me before her." Uncle Musa said and turned to me.

"I won't bore you with details of the story. I'll go straight to the point." he continued, but my eyes were heavy and Uncle Musa could see that.

"Let's sleep. I'll tell you everything tomorrow." He said.

The next morning being a Saturday, something was going on in the building and that was what woke us up.


Find out in the next episode.
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Beyond the shade episode 3

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 3)
Story by O'nezer

Some minutes later, we approached a beautiful gate. The house within the fence was amazing. There were a few other houses on the street where the building was located, but this house was different in terms of its beauty.

As we got closer to the gate of the building, the gate gave way for the car to enter, and it was until we got inside I knew there was a Gate Guard with a remote for the gate.

"Welcome sirs." The Gate Guard said.

I guessed he was expecting us or maybe he knew why we were there.

"Make una come out gently without noise" Spider, as we have come to know him, said.

We moved into the house but what I was wondering about the whole time was why they would bring us to a beautiful mansion.

In a split moment, I had forgotten that I was kidnapped because even though my parents were moderately financially equipped, they made us the understand that our house was beautiful enough, but nothing had prepared me for a place big and beautiful as this.

One of the things that amazed me was how everything in the house had been programmed to a control unit that doors were sensitive to people's movement.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, unknowingly.

I looked around hoping to find a wall clock in hopes to know what the time was, I got a glimpse of a digital clock that sat high up on a wall shelf and it read 6:55pm.

It was then that I realised that I had been away from home,  without the knowledge of my parents for four hours.

Uncle Musa and I were taken to a room upstairs and we were told that we would be would be called upon in a few minutes.

 "Called upon?" I whispered.

A few minutes later, a fair complexioned, slim and tall lady with long braid tied at the back, came in.

 "What will you like to eat? I know it could have been a long journey coming down here." She asked calmly.

Uncle Musa who had had his head buried in his laps for a while now, and had been ignoring my questions, looked up, but as he was about to say something, he was taken aback.

He stood up abruptly and said, "Bukola, how did you get here? Is this where you work?"

Well, it seemed as if Uncle Musa knew this lady and I hoped she would at least tell us what was going on.
To my disappointment she said she could not tell us what was going on but she promised to come around later in the night to explain to us what's going on around here.

"Don't let anyone know that we know each other, I will find a way to help you out of here." She had said.

She went out and got us a couple of snacks to eat and we were left alone.

It was a quarter past 11pm when we heard a knock at the door, and honestly we weren't as scared as when we initially scared arrived.

Uncle Musa gathered up confidence while he tip toed to check through the door hole to see who the person was. Luckily for us, it was Bukola and we couldn't wait for her to tell us what was going on.

I could already picture in my head how worried mom and dad would have been. 'Would they be crying right now? Will my brother be asleep or awake? Would Onome and her parents already been notified already?...and many more question were going through my mind before Bukola asked about my welfare.

"I won't be staying long but just know that I will find a way to get you guys out of here." She said.
As she opened her mouth to continue, we heard a knock on the door.

"Open up!" Someone yelled.

Watch out for next episode.
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Beyond the shade

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 2)

That Friday, the bell rung and you could feel the excitement in the air, in that our VS would be here in a few days time. Dan had finished his exams on Wednesday and since then, mom had been taking him along with her to her office.

If I hadn't been in Primary 5 or I hadn't going to have a few presentations at the end of the year program, I would also have a reason to not go to school till the Vs day.

Ever since Mr Tunde sudden disappearance, dad had either been asking his driver to come pick us and take us to mom's office or mom tried to close earlier to come and pick us at school.

That Friday, it was the driver that came to pick me. When he came, I had Onome, my friend with me. Onome was my closest female friend then. We attended the same church and our parents were friends. Whenever Onome's parent buys clothes or shoes for her, they sometimes buy mine, this showing how close our families were.

That same afternoon, Onome was with me but since her own house wasn't as far as mine, she dropped at the first junction right outside school.

As at the time she dropped, I was already dosing off. Uncle Musa on the other hand was trying to make me and Onome laugh by asking us to spell some words which we did and we would laugh when he couldn't spell a couple.

Ahead, as we were about taking the lonely path that led to mom's office, we could see three young guys about the ages 25-30 were stopping cars and were checking the car documents.

When It was now our turn, I thought it was the car documents they wanted until I noticed one of them checking his phone to confirm something.

The next thing they did was to open the car's rear door and instructed Uncle Musa to keep driving. Uncle Musa tried to argue and refuse but one of them gave him an heavy punch in his left eye. He obeyed and drove as instructed.

It had been an hour that we've been on the road and slowly we were driving out of the town where we could shout or seek for help. I wanted to shout, scream or maybe act funny but the fear of the punch kept me muted. If Uncle Musa could be injured in the eye just because he resisted, what would happen if I screamed. They would probably strangle me.

Suddenly a phone rang.

"Who get the phone wey dey ring?" one of the boys asked.

 I guessed it was mom that was calling already, but the guy that gave Musa a punch seemed to be really wicked.

"Don't pick that call." He said in a commanding tone, but uncle Musa dared to anyway. Before he could lift the phone up, he was served a slap.

The slap made uncle Musa loose control of the car for a moment and the car swerved left and right on the road before coming to a halt.

"Spider dey talk, you dey disobey. E be like say you no sabi person." The second boy said.

Some minutes later, we approached a gate. What I saw was astounding.

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Beyond The Shade

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode One)
Story By O'nezer

'Sandra, hurry up and let's go to school' Mom said as she packed my lunch bag and that of dad.
"Won't you go to school?" she called out when she saw me dragging my feet and mumbling at the dinning room.

The car honk was blaring repeatedly outside as the time was already a quarter past 7. It was a usual thing in my house to all leave home at the same time and that Monday morning wasn't an exception.

As we hopped into the car to join dad, my little brother, Dan as he is fondly called was seated at the back.
Dan will be 6 years in a month while I will be 10 in 3 months.

My school was just a stone's throw from mom's work place.
Mom works at the Local Government not too far from our estate while Dad was a manager in a Real Estate firm.

Since mom's work place wasn't far from our school, Mr Tunde, the class teacher always drops us with bike everyday at mom's work before leaving for his house.

I didn't really know if it was fear that always made Mr Tunde put me and my little brother on the fuel tank of his bike rather than make us sit at the back. Mr Tunde was a really nice young and handsome, single man who couldn't have been more than 30 year old.

On one afternoon, Mr Tunde didn't come to school and we didn't have an access to a phone to call and inform our mother that no one would bring us over to her office.

We close in our school by 3pm every day while mom closes at work by 4pm. Since it was unusual to be at mom's work place nothing later than 3:30pm, she got worried and  came around to school to pick us up herself.

Dad had an official Toyota Camry car while he had his own personal black Lexus. The driver for the official car had been the one working with dad for almost 5 years and he had even become closer to the family beyond the driver-to-boss relationship.

Uncle Musa, as we always call him was a very friendly young man who had attracting eye balls and his gap tooth complimented his handsomeness, but the little me was only seeing a man who drives me and my family around.

Days rolled by and Mr Tunde still didn't come to school. No one seemed bothered about his absence, except me. On some days, I would go to where he used to park his bike just to see if he'll be there but I always ended up leaving with an uncertainty about setting  my eyes on Mr Tunde again.

I summoned the courage to walk up to the Headmistress, Mrs Ajani. She is a strict and unfriendly person. Her sight alone was enough to scare a pupil to the point of peeing on the body. I still don't know why she was feared that much, but I was sure she would have a soft spot.

Our break time was always 12:00pm to 12:30pm. Immediately the bell rang, I went to the HM to ask about Mr Tunde.

I knocked on the door of her office and she replied in a very low tone 'Whoever is there should come in please'. A part of me was scared and another part was trying to talk without losing my voice in the process of asking what should be none of my business.

'Sandra, how may I help you?' She said.
'Good afternoon, ma. I am here to ask of something ma' I replied calmly.

She asked me to go ahead in which I did.

'Oh, about Mr Tunde? He is no longer coming to this school again and the earlier he flee the better' the HM said as she raised her voice.

'Flee, for what?' I asked myself.
'What's going on, ma?' I faced her again with the hope that she wouldn't flare up.

The principal couldn't give me much details maybe because of my young age but still, I left her office more pained because I was now certain that our Mr Tunde won't be coming again and no one was ready to answer why!

It was the last week of the term which was my last term in primary school. We were preparing for our Valedictory Service. Activities of different kind was going on in school.

The jingle of the bell was what stopped us every day from different rehearsals.

Our VS was to come up on the Thursday of the following week, but on the Friday of the last week, something happened.

Guess what it is?
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OPEN LETTER TO FRIENDS

OPEN LETTER

Dear You,

I hope this letter meet you well? As much as I won't like to bore you with long talk, find below what I want to tell you👇

It has gotten to that stage where you have to sanitize what you call your circle of friends regardless of how long you've been coming together. This action doesn't make you ungrateful to those that stood when others left or shame those who left when needed most. This is just something for your growth and peace of mind which shouldn't be too much to risk doing.

There is this general quote that talks about 'you only live once' I hope you remember that we also die once but the worst of it is when you are now dead while alive, just breathing and wandering clueless just because of your choice of friendship circle

I believe one of the growth we all should be glad and happy about is when you let those who are meant to go to actually go rather than playing along in the friendship and deep down, you know its not benefiting you anyways. Grow up and move on, don't get stuck in playing along, it won't take you no where.

What impart is this person making in your life? Why do you still have them on your list? You don't like someone or something, yet you will be the one to ask about them around to be sure if they are talking about you- Joblessness of the highest level.

Why keep them when they ain't doing you any good? Negative vibe, set them free. Toxic friendship/relationship, cut them off and in the process of doing all this, reexamine yourself too and be sure you ain't the toxic one and I hope you stop the nonsense mentality of 'take and love me as I am or watch me as I go' Go, I beg of you, just go if you can't grow and appreciate your scars. Rather than work on getting better, you are looking for who to take nonsense. Grow up don't just grow old please, you will be glad you did.

Friendship is sweet even tho what we call friendship as a kid isn't what it is right now. Friendship that will make you fight now and sworn never to play with that person again but still go back and call that friend to come and see your new toy or your new shoes but now, a lot is living in fear of who is who and who to call friends when those who suppose to have your back are the one giving out your back out on a cheap price.

At this point, everyone should know who to shake and who to hold. Do what's needful and be prayerfully intentional about it. It may not be easy but some risk still worth taking!

May we find ourselves in the circle of those who will uplift and make us not in the circle of those that will mar us. Amen

It will worth something thinking about anyways. Have a wonderful day ahead!

Yours brotherly
O'nezer
25-07-2019

Anyways, what do I know?