TALE OF A THIEF.

chapter 1.. THE BEGINNING.

it was a beautiful morning, the morning was still young and I could hear the call to prayer's from a mosque which was a mile away from where i was.i got up from the floor where I had spent my night and sat on the floor with my back laid to the wall.i could still feel the bruises of wounds I received from angry mobs and vigilante who had caught me the previous night for trying to rob the local government council chairman apartment.i sat there lost waiting for what life was ready to throw next at me.this was how I lived all through my life waiting for what next life was ready to throw at me,so I could say finding myself in such a position wasn't new to me,but this was entirely different,for a very long time i have never been this scared after the loss of my father.i was really scared, confused and worried because i just didn't know what was coming next for me.as I sat on the floor of the prison cell,lost, worried, confused and waiting for my faith.a man opened the cell gates accompanied with another man who held a rifle in his hands.lokaci yayi( it is time) in hausa dialect he said to me.he handcuffed my hands and held me by my elbow I could feel the grip of his hands so tight on my elbow,we got outside and behold massive crowds all gathered stoning me with all sort of object ranging from stones, slippers, stick's,to name a few.i used my hands as a shield to guide and cover my face from being hit by this object.barawo!! barawo!!!!(thief!!,thief!!!) the all shouted in hausa dialect.i cried and felt really sad at that moment, with what I was going through.i wished I could reverse the hands of time but I guess it was to late.my mind raced back to the hands of time remembering how it all started and how I found myself in such a cruel situation, this is the beginning of my story.

my story all started as a young man,at the age of 11. I was returning back from the farm with my Brothers, farming is a way of life for my family,apart from having basic education farming was a skill every young man must posses growing up.today was entirely different because my father was absent as a result of his poor health condition.everyone was really worried because he was the breadwinner of the family,I felt really sad and all through my journey returning from the farm and heading home I kept praying that almighty Allah gave him good health and a speedy recovery.my father was my best friend,my favorite person in the world.i could say he showed me a special kind of love and care because he loved my mother so much before she died as a result of given birth to me.so I could say I never knew my mother but just heard stories about her from my dad.now he was the only one I had left in this world my brothers were cruel and hard on me because I was the last born and also Abit kind of jealous how my father pampered me.we got to the gate of my premises and I could see crowds all gathered both inside and outside of the premises.i ran with my brothers to see what was happening and as I ran my heart beated so fast hoping the worst hasn't happened.we were stopped at the gate by my uncle..mahaifinka ya mutu(your father is dead)..I stood there, those words hit me so hard like a bullet that had just pierced straight into my heart.i stood there not knowing when tears began to drop off my eyes.my uncle pulled me over and gave me hug and consoled me.. Jamal don't cry your father as gone to rest in the arm's of Allah his time has come so don't cry and pray Allah Grant him paradise.i just couldn't say anything because I found it hard to believe.i walked inside the room where my father laid,he was all covered in white ready to be buried as the Islamic culture demands..I begged him to wake up,baba wake up,baba!!! wake up!!!! you can't leave now you can't.i cried so hard, wishing it wasn't true but behold baba was gone for good and never coming back to me ever again.i watched with a heavy heart has my father,my friend, the only person in this world I trusted laid down and buried into the earth.i said a prayer for him and the tears continued to gush out like a tap that has lost control.we shall meet one day baba I said to myself and walked away from the burial site not able to watch my father being buried anymore.