what I saw and experienced

Chapter 4

The lady that entered the house was coming towards me as my heart raced,I could not stand up due to the fact I was on a wheel chair my heart raced as she sat beside me.

she didn't say anything not even a single word, she would just keep on staring at me at some point she stood up and took her leave.

After exactly an hour Ella came home with sad faces " I didn't find your parents but am gonna keep trying"she said trying to make. me feel assured. I wrote on my dash board "Ella a young girl came into your house looking for me" "me you sure " she said as I nodded my head in response to her question "well that must be Kelly "she said "mi daughter" .Ella said she didn't know why Kelly was looking for her that it was unusual and through out that night Kelly visit kept Ella worried.

"I wish , I had a mother like this" I thought in my heart, my mom wasn't bad she was the best infact to me just that her alcohol shop and business affected her motherly life all she did was hire people that sold alcohol and drugs .

when I was just ten I had started drinking alcohol like it was water surely my mom didn't see it as anything because she was happy I would be the next to inherit her business all I ever wanted was education but my mom said that education is for white kids only and when I was just 21 my mom pushed me into marriage, I married a girl who died during labor

My dad was the worse he had a wife and eight concubines and he wasn't afraid to bring them home all he did was gamble,bet and slept with his concubines right in my face from a young age I hated my father and swore to avenge all my mom tears.

when I was just 16 my dad passed away leaving me to my mom all my mom wanted me to do was make a lot of money tons of them well that didn't work out cause I was fired from 6 jobs and all I did was illegal jobs I dropped out of school and no one was there for me.i got better gradually and in less than a month my system started to heal and span but I still couldn't speak Ella helped a lot organizing places I can go and work but nothing was moving

it was not until six months after the accident that I could work, I started talking to a girl which intended would be my wife but the girl wasn't American she was Nigerian and was here on studies all she ever did was cook and laugh.after serious advise and dedication to God,I married Ngozi on the winter of 1963 then we went to Lagos for the marriage which her dad demanded was really important

Lagos, Nigeria was not where she actually was from I learnt she came from Anambra and she only lives in Lagos her mom was an account and one of the few only Educated Nigerian women while her dad worked in the civil service and had a wicked smile he barely talked to me but I didn't blame him"at least Ngozi didn't marry a white man or it would be sad too sad I rather let her marry to you" he said drinking his wine like he have never had a beer. Ngozi took me to theatres, beaches and club houses since I started dating her we have never done it she believed in body dignity and preservation of yourself to God one thing Iiked about her was that I could rest assure I would not be cheat upon, I happened to be her first boyfriend like what, if I married an American girl I would be scared, afraid cause anything can happen I can come home and see my Best friend on my matrimonial bed or my boss or my dad.The marriage ceremony was loud I bought drinks,yams and a lot of things demanded by the culture and by the end of January I got myself my wife