A NIGHT IN ANENIH

It is a common saying that, some people are born with golden spoon, some people with silver spoon, some people with bronze spoon, some with wooden spoon, some with no spoon while some people were born with neither a mouth nor a hand to hold the spoon. I Oluwadamilola, I was born with a silver spoon, but my silver spoon is now broken and I now live with a wooden spoon. I have sent for the smith to help me fix my broken spoon and very soon he will come, earlier than expected.

On a beautiful perfect morning I woke up on the right side of the bed. Although I had not eaten anything from the previous night, I took my bath and set out for the day job without breaking my long fast. The day was bright and clear, though my last Naira note was dropped to the bus driver as I entered school with nothing left on me.

As I was leaving the school car park going to the lecture hall, my eyes caught a pretty lady dressed in a tight pink dress complemented with an attractive make-up. The shape of this lady robbed my eyes of sight, all I could see were her bursts, hips and pretty face. I stood lustfully till I couldn’t see her again.

I got to the lecture hall so happy with a smiling face. I enjoyed every bit of the day, I played happily and took part in every activity of the day. I was happy like every other day. Though my stomach was empty the expression of joy in my face was strong. I can’t really say why, I was just very happy.

Around 4pm on this very day, I started feeling some cramps in my stomach and the worms in my stomach started praying me for food. My smiling face remembered I had not eaten any food since the previous night and I remembered that I had no money in my pocket to go back to my house after the day work. I was about to think of my ordeal when I saw again the pretty lady I had seen earlier in the morning. This time she was dressed in a blue trousers with a jumper top. Her well carved hips and twisting waist enchanted my eyes that I forgot my worries. She looked at me from afar and walked toward my direction, only for a guy who interrupted and then took her away. I stood agocked wishing she came to me, hugged me and gave me a cool peck.

I am very proud (though I’m working on my pride) and I will never compromise on my stand. I needed money badly, I was hungry and needed to get back to my house but I was not willing to beg. I beat my pride and spoke to three friends who I believed could have helped my situation but I was disappointed, embarrassed and surprised to get ‘NO’ from them all. I guess the joy they saw in me made them not to believe me. The worms in my stomach resumed their lovely song of hunger as I was thinking of how to get back home. Yet I was smiling and happy like a honey eating baby.

The day was almost over, night was drawing near and shadow of the evening filled the sky above, yet my mouth had not tasted anything (not even water) and I didn’t know how to get back home. I wasn’t forming happy, I was indeed happy. When the tunnel got darker and the road seem longer, I concluded on using the opportunity to study over night in school. It was really an opportunity.

Around 8:00pm of this particular day, I entered Anenih Hall1, got a seat at a cool corner of the hall. I laid my head on the desk, and I took a nap in preparation for the over night study. And after thirty minutes, I brought out some book to start read but my eyes wouldn’t see anything for next twenty minutes. My stomach worms resumed their melody of hunger, I laid my head on the desk again for another ten minutes.

On raising my head up, what I saw shocked me and kept my stomach worms mute. The lady I had seen twice during the day walked into the hall like a bride going to her groom. I was startled and dumbfolded, as she entered. Though she was dressed in a simple lemon dress, no make-up and her hair well packed; her beauty travelled fast through the rays of light to my weary eyes. She had in her hands a food flask and a bottle of water, this made me to salivate, something in my heart kept telling me ‘my time has come’. Her beauty captured my heart as she sat on a seat in front of mine(about 5metres away) just beside a young man who was not aware of her presence.

I started out to read my book but my eyes could not go off this beautiful lady. After about 1hour of looking at her (every five minutes), she caught me and our eyes met. I was shocked and happy at the same time, our eyes were fixed for another two minutes, she smiled at me (her lips looked like she was blowing me a kiss) and she later took her eyes off me. I was happier than before as my eyes kept looking at her and the food flask under her desk. I was sure my time had come as we both glare and smile at each other every five minutes. This time, my stomach worms were quiet in respect to the beauty around and probably the sight of the food flask.

Two hours passed, the smiles kept flowing between she and I. I was shocked again when the guy who took her away in the afternoon got to her seat, shook her and took the food as well as the water away. My eyeballs almost popped out of their socket as I opened my eyes wide looking at both of them as they smiled. My whole body felt the disaster, I was disappointed and all I could do was to lay my head on the desk.

The pain of hunger became unbearable for me that I became so uncomfortable. As I lifted my head I saw this lady smiling at me, I wonder what she was thiinking of. My body could not take it any longer, I had not tasted anything for the almost 32hours. I could neither cry nor smile, my eyes could neither see her beauty nor read the books before me. I was hopeless, waiting for the worst to happen, probably I would faint.

In my pain, the beautiful lady stood from her seat and walked straight toward me with a smiling face. This kept me wondering, as the pain in my stomach increased. She stood right in front of me and smiled profoundly. Unknown to me, the guy who had taken the food flask and water from her was seated just behind me. She called his name, smiled and went back to her seat. I was highly disappointed and felt ashamed, I called myself the most foolish man of that day and the worms in my stomach relished their anger on the walls of my stomach.

I could not take the pain in my stomach again, I could not. I stood up, hid my pride and went straight to her seat to ask the guy seated right beside her for twenty Naira to buy biscuit. I was glad when he brought out fifty Naira from his pocket, gave it to me and told me to keep the change. I was so happy as I was eating the biscuit with pure water. It was a christmas party in my stomach.

On several occasions, I have had to go about in school with empty stomach, go for night classes because I don’t have transport fare, take garri for days; yet, I have never given up, I have never been lazy, I have never been sad, I have never compromised, I have never missed a class or church, I have never failed to study hard, I have never lost my faith, I never took the easy and tricky way. ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get going’. I will never give up and I will always be focused and happy.

With the fact that my silver spoon had broken, I am feeding fine. Today I am one of the best among my peers, I am growing bigger and getting better, and my name is waxing stronger. I can see the blacksmith come closer to mend my broken silver spoon, yes, earlier than expected.

“Poverty will make some people poorer and motivate some people to be rich while wealth will make some people so comfortable that they become poor and inspire some people to become richer” S. M. Damilola(2016).

“That, that is, is. That, that is not, is not. That, that is, is not that, that is not. Is that not so?” K. Adebayo (2016).

SHOBANDE MATTHEW DAMILOLA
500L AERD, FUNAAB.
Founder: FUTURE GOAL FOUNDATION
CEO: MATTYDAMMY FOODS
mattydammy@gmail.com
+2347065074221

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