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STORY: I and Ogechi (Episode 2)

  After I had walked some distance away from the park, I got hungry and stopped by a local restaurant to refresh myself. “Madam, wetin you get?” “I get Egusi, I get Dror soup, Oha and Bitter Leaf. I also get Stew-Rice, Ofe Akpu and Pepper Soup. Which one should I brought for you?” “Give me Bitter Leaf.” “Garri or Akpu?” “Akpu.” “Make I put how many meat?” “A plate with one meat how much?” “N400″ “Ha! Madam ee too cost oo.” “My son ee no cost oo. Ee go bellefull you well-well.” “The meat na today meat?” “Na today meat nah. We no dey do carry over for here oo.” “Okay oo, oya bring am nah.” “Okay my son.” “(Soliloquizing) Inside IMT campus, a plate of food was N150 back in 2008. I don’t know if it has increased by now oo. No matter the increment, if at all there is any, it won’t be up to N400. For what? Is that how much I’ll be spending on food? N800 for two meals a day? From tomorrow, I’ll be eating inside campus. And I’ll still patronize that my 2008 madam. At least she knew more th...

STORY: I and Ogechi (Episode 1)

Lying alone on a massive bed in one of the rooms in my father’s house, thinking about almost everything that  was there to be thought of in the world, a weighty thought  pressed my spirit so hardly that it spilled  out what I would refer to as a ‘way out’ of  the predicament I happened to find myself  in as at that point in time.  Having  completed my National Diploma Program, I  was unable to secure myself a job for  nearly two years before I got a job as a  software engineer in a computer firm in  Eket, Akwa Ibom State. My monthly pay  was good enough for a 20 year old who was  still living with his parents and had no bills  to pay. Three years later I resigned from  the job and travelled to Ebonyi State in search of greener pastures which I foresaw, but it turned out I was too forward to see forever from yesterday. Everything I had foreseen became nightmares and daydreams, and I got very familiar with misery a...