VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 7
Before I could think further, tears started spewing from my eyes.
What a life! slee-ping with your own father and brother? Eeeeeiiiii!
Nhyira, helping you wouldn’t have been any problem if you had told me this earlier, but you still lived such a sinful life and cheated on me with someone who nearly claimed my life!
I’m sorry I can’t be with you any longer. It is over between us! Now get into the room, and pack everything that belongs to you. I give you 20minutes to do that, and the time starts now! Abr@m responded angrily.
Abr@m plea-se have mercy on her. I pleaded sadly.
Brenda, like you informed me earlier, you have packed up your things to leave this house for school, just get into your room and pick them. I give you 30minutes as well, the two of you should leave my house! Abr@m commanded angrily.
Nhyira and I went down on our knees, but Abr@m angrily threw us out of the house.
I un-derstood him perfectly. The pain, the shock and the frustration.
Brenda, you are the cause of all these! And I swear to deal with you squarely. Nhyira threatened whiles we were at the gate.
Nhyira, I pity you and your unrepentant heart. You are still issuing threats outside the gate of your supposed matrimonial home, instead of being in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous meal.
Anyway, I wish you the very best out of your sins. Peace be onto your life. I responded and walked away with my bags.
I got to the school premises, paid the necessary bills for accommodation and I was shown into my room.
The room contained three ladies including me.
Lectures began the next day, and I didn’t pl@yat all with it.
People dressed to kill, but I dressed to live.
There were various types of young ladies and guys who were living fake lives of coming from a rich home, but I lived a life of reality and sanity to dodge posterity.
My stay on campus wasn’t easy, but I had to manage to achieve my aim. Soon, I was in level 300, and I was always excelling in clas-s.
I bec@m£ so famous on campus due to my intelligence.
Anytime we were on vacation, I would go on the streets to find a menial job to gather some coins to care for my fees.
One day, whiles in the hostel resting, I was drawn to the attention of a visitor outside.
When I got out, I met Abr@m sitting down on a chair, waiting for me.
Hello Brenda, how have you been?
I know you are not happy with me, that’s why I’m here to make amends. He said.
I hold no grudges against you my dear brother. Anyway welcome. I responded.
Brenda, it’s been two years now since I threw you and Nhyira out of my home. I refused to check on you because I felt you betrayed my trust by keeping Nhyira’s attitude a secret, but I’ve come to realize that, you did the honorable thing.
You didn’t want to spoon feed me, you rather aimed at putting me on my toes to take charge of my own life and it’s affairs. I am here to let you know how sorry I am for misun-derstanding you, plea-se forgive me. He narrated.
Abr@m, I am glad you’ve finally come to terms with my motives.
Plain words can even be un-derstood by fools, but modified words in a plain language, is meant for the wise.
I did what I did, because I was supposed to do it that way. Life is not about pampering, life is about being scolded, and waking up to reality throu-gh pain.
Welcome once again into my life my brother. I responded happily.
Less I forget Abr@m, have you been hearing from Nhyira? I inquired.
No Brenda, we actually broke up and she demanded for her share of the money we’ve made from the shop.
I wholeheartedly gave it to her to avoid problems. That very day after I gave her the money, she returned to the shop in the afternoon in tears.
Abr@m plea-se help me, I’ve been duped. Someone who promised taking me abroad has run away with the money. When I call him, his line is switched off. She complained in tears.
Nhyira, you wickedly c@m£ for your share of the money, and I owe you no dime again. Leave this shop before I call the police on you. I threatened and she walked away in tears.
That sounds pathetic Abr@m. Hmmm, I pity her anyway. I responded.
And what about the Joshua guy. I inquired.
The next day after I threw you guys out if the house, I got to the shop and showed the video to him and asked him to gently leave my shop.
I couldn’t blame him much, because if Nhyira hadn’t given him the chance, he also wouldn’t have sle-pt with her. Abr@m responded.
That’s true though, but plea-se stay strong and be vigilant when choosing the next life p@rtner. I responded.
We conversed for a while and he asked permission to leave.
Brenda, I will be visiting you from time to time. plea-se take good care of yourself and take this money for upkeep. He said.
Thanks so much Abr@m, but you and I know, I don’t take money for no work done. Thanks for the offer anyway, God bless you. I gently turned down the offer.
He was not happy, but there was nothing he could do.
We bid ourselves goodbye and we p@rted ways.
To be continued…
VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 8
We bid ourselves goodbye and we p@rted ways.
Wow Brenda, who was that cute gentle guy? My roommate Owusuaa asked when I got into the room.
Come on Owusuaa, that was my brother. I responded.
Brenda, you are really something else. So you have this rich looking brother and you look this poor? She asked.
Owusuaa, may I know your definition for a poor person? I asked.
Obviously, a poor person is the one who has no money to buy good food, expensive clothes and shoes, and has no better family.
As you know, my mother is a nurse, and my father is an accountant. We live in our own house, with maid servants. She br@gged.
Owusuaa, do you as well have a security guard in your house? I asked.
Of course yes! We have even two of them, because, thieves once broke into our house and nearly killed my father. She responded.
So how does it feel? Does your father get scared when it’s evening? I asked.
Aahh Brenda, why are you changing the t©pic?
Anyway, it isn’t my father alone who gets scared, almost everyone in the house does.
The least sound we hear in the night, we all wake up. She replied.
Owusuaa, what is the ess£nce of going throu-gh the stress to wear expensive n£¢klaces, shoes, dresses, when you cannot have a common sleep in the night?
If you are so rich as you claim, then I suggest you buy a peaceful sleep as well. I responded without mincing words.
What is that supposed to mean Brenda? How can we buy a peaceful sleep? She asked shamefully.
Owusuaa, poverty is not only the lack of money, poverty is as well, the lack of peace and freedom.
As I stand here right now, I don’t lack peace, but I lack the freedom to live and enjoy the resources as a citizen of this country.
I don’t lack money, because I pay my fees like you do.
You claim to be rich, yet you are in the same school and hostel with the poor person you claim I am.
Owusuaa, let’s be humble and accept the fact that, there is no rich person in this country.
If I lack money, you lack peace and if we have both, we lack freedom.
Instead of living to intimid@t£ others, let’s rather come together as one big family and fight for what we deserve.
Let’s fight to eradicate this poverty we are all suffering from. I lamented.
When I landed with my words, I saw tears dropping off Owusuaa’s cheeks.
Brenda, I am so much t©uçhed by your words. You are a real definition of wisdom. I promise to help you in whatever way I can to fight against this poverty. She stated humbly.
Soon, the semester was over and I began searching for jobs again to cater for my next semester fees.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any, and I began to worry.
School reopened and I had still not gotten my fees.
I then run to the school canteen to search for a job.
Madam, plea-se employ me or else, I will have to defer my course. I pleaded.
I’m surprised at how the most intelligent lady on campus is suffering like this. Anyway, I will employ you, who knows, one day when you become someb©dy, you can help my children. She responded.
I started working with the woman.
I went to the canteen to clean the bowls, and serve the customers anytime I had no lecture.
She paid me salary advance to p@rt pay my semester fees.
I got used to blending my new job with learning.
One afternoon, I was in the canteen working when I saw four ladies, entering the premises.
I welcomed them and asked what to serve them.
Wait a minute, are you not the supposed most intelligent student on this campus? What is your mission here? One of them asked.
Madam, plea-se, this is a canteen, and not an investigation unit. Kindly tell me what you will eat and let me serve you. I responded unhappily.
How dare a ragged human being like you to give me this
cheeky answer? Do you know who I am? Or is it because I’ve come to buy food from this cheap place? She asked angrily.
Well, I don’t know who you are, but I know you one of the customers who patronise this so called cheap canteen. I answered.
She quic-kly stood up angrily to sl@p me, but her friends intervened.
Jeeeezzzz, I’ve even lost my appetite. Look at who is insulting me! She screamed.
Madam, plea-se if you don’t mind, I will like to attend to other customers, kindly don’t hesitate to call me, when you regain your appetite in other to serve you the cheap food you were salivating for. I responded and walked out on her.
To be continued…