The Superhero

My name is Ojone and this is my story. I am an only child. My parents told me I was born in the year 2018. I was born in New-s city in the only hospital the city had. And since then the only home I knew had been this city. It's the most peaceful and beautiful place on earth. though not too big but it has many things that other cities(even the capital of the country) does not have. Bordered by nice and safe woods to the north, ocean waters to the south, providing a wonderful beach, to the west woods too but with a thread of a highway that led to the city from the outside world and to the south was another city Cory. During my early years it was lovely living in the city. At the break of dawn I dressed up took breakfast and some money with me and leave my apartment walking about with my tiny golf club. My block particularly had about 65 apartments so I had many friend within with whom I could go about with on adventure for the day. Amongst this was my best friends Chuma and victor. We were mostly seen together even when we were with the other kids we were always close. By the time all the kids in the block had gathered themselves together, our adventures always began with going across the road to get akara(fried bean cakes), puff-puff biscuits and all sort of snacks to save up for lunch just incase the day takes us to were we could not get anything to eat. Everyday we went to different places. Sometimes to the woods to explore different sort of things. Or to Cory city were we could play in the sand with the kids there, or just a useless trek up the only highway that led into the city. But most times we were at the beach, building sand castles, swimming, playing hide and seek, or fishing. Which ever place we chose to go we are always loaded with fun at the end. Cory city had their own sort of fun too and parents never worry about their kids going over there. The city is the dead end to the highway that leads into New-s city. As kids our routine usually changed during schooling days when Most of our day was spent at school and we could not indulge in most activities that we do during the holidays. The city had two schools, one established by the government and the other was a private institution that the few rich put their kids. We had an arcade, a nice mini market a large park stroke playground were we mostly visit during schooling days. The city was pure heaven for who ever wanted to lead a simple life. A city void of violence, strife, little or no road accident because of no much traffic, and even void of crime. I heard my dad tell my mum one day about a police man that was transferred into the city. Not long after he started his duty, he complained to one of his fellow officer of how the job was boring in the city. He complained about lack of action and little crime. The only crime ranging from over speeding by an ignorant non citizen, to parents who gave away their stubborn kids to the police for reformation. The city was wonderful and its citizens did whatever to protect her. once in 2028 an epidemic broke out causing many to leave the metropolis and relocate to various small villages and hamlets. My family moved too. Many people in the big cities where been infected and died. It caused fear in New-S city and many left the city. My parents decided we stayed at my dad's hometown and so we did. We lived five years in the village before the government declared the disease was officially over. During those years, nothing really worked not to talk of education, so I spent my time learning the ways of my fathers people. My dad's elder brother was polygamous and he had many sons. I followed them in every activity they do daily. From Farming to fishing in the river and learning to fight. My cousins were great fighters. Sometimes they fought for elderly respect, from small quarrels, from peaceful arguments and for fun. They used all their spare time to practice how to fight. daily they thought me how to defend and fend for myself. They thought me were I could hit a man and he would go temporarily dumb. They thought me how to tackle a man that is taller than me. They thought me how to fight with a machete, they thought me so many things that by the time we were set to leave the village I was feeling like I was a man already. My uncle himself took me on many exploits of hunting teaching me how to use different types of guns. He was an ex-soldier and his aiming was perfect. I never could master aiming like him until we left the village. My uncles wives were really good at many type of herbs and I really learned a lot from them too. We left the village as soon as we heared it was safe to return back to the cities. It was mom's idea to leave so fast because she said my Uncle and his family were teaching me too much violence. When we got to the gate of our city we all could not help but wonder how old it had grown. From a beautiful landmark to a shabby sole dumpster. Moving In through the highway in the woods it didn't seem like much has changed not until we got into the main city. Our city lost all it's hue and beauty. Everywhere was dusty and dirty. Trash littered everywhere and there was traces of black engine oils stains all over the formerly nice floors. The arcade no longer had its post up, the school looked really abandoned and the mall was godforsaken. We had learned previously that not everybody left the city, so we wondered whatever could have happened to our nice city. We passed through the mayors office and was thankful it looked even better than before. But one house did raise suspicion. At the edge of the woods to the north there was a huge and beautiful mansion that had not always been there and it was guarded by heavily armed men. Dad moved straight to our block. and we started unpacking. I looked back towards the city that was and the city that is and it really sadened me. I thought I would meet a city were I could talk about all my adventures and also listen to others, a city were I could live my life always feeling real-safe, a city were I could tell of how manly I had become, But I met a city that did not care about me, my feelings nor my stories anymore. The News City ©Stories of Ease ©Godwin Samuel