Days after days , night after nights, still the misery continues. We were living in b*****e, the village youths was yet to come up with a good plan and the only lucrative job was to go hunting.
My mother, mama Ene as she was called was one of the lustrous business woman in the community, my father the late Urata owned a very big farm land; had alot of workers and made alot of money.
No family in the community could afford sending more than one of child to higher institution, but my father broke the deadlock and availed three out of his five children the opportunity to attain that level of education. I had a brother and three sisters, I was the first son but not the eldest child. My elder sister Ene had been married for two years, she lives in Delta state with her husband and kids and she has been the only source of our feeding from her small business.
I returned home after studying in a foreign country. My dream was to acquire a white collar job or partake in my fathers business but Its like an imperspicuous situation now. The only idea was to seek employment from the local government but I will betray my people especially my mother whose farmlands and market had been taken away from by the same evil hands.
We could only welcome a single meal in a day, but the odds have to change, I had planned returning back to the city at least the it may be greener but I am the son of my fatherland; I can't run away leaving my people in the dark especially my family; I pondered.
"For I reckon that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed to us soon"; a verse from the holy book which I read out to myself in self motivation as I see the reflection of the man I had become in the mirrors of my doom afterwards an instance of exuberant behavior overtakes my shadow.