Week 1…..”Everyone’s got a story”
What had been rather a mindless discussion started paving way to mindful ones. Work was on a low tempo courtesy of the humid weather and on days as such,it’d always amount to two things;the workers having a dozy sleepy hours or hour long conversations.
It had been about gadgets until Honourable chose to trade blames again. Usually, if it was not with poverty it’d definitely be with God. He would always heap blames on God, accusing Him of lopsidedness in apportioning riches and affluence.
Honourable was the pseudo-name he chose for signing in and out of the farm’s attendance book. He had on some occasions of his blaming God as the cause of his poverty reiterated why he chose the name ‘Honourable’ ,he would say he chose the name to drive home his point of dignity in labour. The full stretch to the said name was ‘Honourable nsi-ezi’ , an igbo language suffix translating to ‘honourable pig’s excreta’.
His reason was to see if God would have compassion upon his state of penury. At least his diligence in doing the work of attending to pigs in the farm,if it could fetch him the pity. He would always clean the styes thrice a day,feed the pigs twice daily and if need be for any other business, he must attend to it. That has been the routine for his monthly salary, he fail in any and some amount that is pleasing to the farm management would be slashed off his expectant salary. The last time such happened to him was when he fought a co-worker,two thousand naira was slashed from his pay. It didn’t augur well with him but he had to stomach it.
Perhaps one thing that makes Honourable’s life very complex was his reasoning. An outsider wouldn’t decipher his being a northerner nonetheless an Hausa until he speaks or doll out some funny acts. Another of his complicated lifestyle hung on yet another vital attachment; his real name. All through the farm,he’s got pretty much a collection of names. Even when one thinks any of the names as his probable name,the truth might afterwards be miles from it. He was known by some workers as Bennet,others know him as Benedict, yet another set identify him with Benson. Even the manager,Mr Godson calls or rather know him as Bernard. People abbreviating the names to Ben had even created more confusion with the apposite name as some other faction started addressing him as Benjamin.
If I get gun, I would go back to Nassarawa and shoot dead my wicked uncle,chipped in Honorable.
But why?
Why would you think such a thing? asked the manager.
That man was everything the definition of wickedness, answered Honorable.......more
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Day continued
Why would you think such a thing? asked the manager.
That man was everything the definition of wickedness, answered Honorable.
Noticing the shift to Honorable’s traditional way of blaming God, Ezeife a co-worker got more interest in the story. It is said that when a story being cherished by a bedridden patient surfaces, the patient would always ask for his head to be supported firmly with a pillow. Such was the one that makes Ezeife ask for pillows.
He really did by asking another question which fuelled the discussion to another level.
Which of your uncles do you mean?
Maternal or paternal? Asked Ezeife.
Maternal ooo,answered Honorable.
He was my late mum’s step-brother. That man finished my mum’s money.

[Day 2,WEEK 1…..Continuation]
He spent my mother’s money upon himself alone. He was wicked that he could not out of my mum’s money, train me and my siblings in school.
That Man has been using my brain ever since my mum died. Infact I’m going to deal with him. The last time, my friends from Nassarawa wanted to lynch him, but for my intervention he must have been mobbed to death that day. I had to run away from home afterwards as I knew he’d be targeting my life since that incidence having seen the cult of youths I command. You see, I am here attending to pigs because of that ‘animal’. Honourable continued with his rant going more ballistic to the so-called unseen uncle.
But wait ooo,cut in Edwin. You
have been shouting your mum’s money, my mum’s money bla bla bla.
Don’t you also know that to your uncle, it was her sister’s money? So you don’t know that eeeh? Asked Edwin yet again.
Maybe he was the only one digesting the story from such perspective.
Now, tell me Bennett if at your age all you do is find someone or apparently something to heap blames upon. If it was not God being partial,it would be poverty itself or the politicians. Yesterday it was the president, today it has steered to your uncle.
You don’t have to be Finding excuses man,find ways my brother. Edwin was the newest staff in the farm,although he had barely spent a year with them,he had mastered their activities, from personal to beyond. He could infact point out some flaws amongst the whole staff. He knew Bennett to be a cool headed guy except for his too much penchant for things that conventionally appear on skirts,drug abuse and addiction,ostentatious lifestyle and finding how to trade blames.
He had several times been caught up by......
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[Day 2,WEEK 1…..Continuation]
He spent my mother’s money upon himself alone. He was wicked that he could not out of my mum’s money, train me and my siblings in school.
That Man has been using my brain ever since my mum died. Infact I’m going to deal with him. The last time, my friends from Nassarawa wanted to lynch him, but for my intervention he must have been mobbed to death that day. I had to run away from home afterwards as I knew he’d be targeting my life since that incidence having seen the cult of youths I command. You see, I am here attending to pigs because of that ‘animal’. Honourable continued with his rant going more ballistic to the so-called unseen uncle.
But wait ooo,cut in Edwin. You
have been shouting your mum’s money, my mum’s money bla bla bla.
Don’t you also know that to your uncle, it was her sister’s money? So you don’t know that eeeh? Asked Edwin yet again.
Maybe he was the only one digesting the story from such perspective.
Now, tell me Bennett [color=][/color]if at your age all you do is find someone or apparently something to heap blames upon. If it was not God being partial,it would be poverty itself or the politicians. Yesterday it was the president, today it has steered to your uncle.
You don’t have to be Finding excuses man,find ways my brother. Edwin was the newest staff in the farm,although he had barely spent a year with them,he had mastered their activities, from personal to beyond. He could infact point out some flaws amongst the whole staff. He knew Bennett to be a cool headed guy except for his too much penchant for things that conventionally appear on skirts,drug abuse and addiction,ostentatious lifestyle and finding how to trade blames.
He had several times been caught up by......
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DAY 3
Do you know that my own uncle did me things worse than yours? Despite that I don’t and won’t blame him for my misfortunes. I endured as a boy, should I now complain as a man?
Ahhhhhh!…..that man, he acted like he preferred my dad dying with no heir. My dad was a soldier upon death, he was doing well ensuring we, his three children enjoy some considerable level of comfort. Before his demise, he was already building a house in our village. Infact the house was still a foundation structure before his death. Then immediately after his death and burial, my uncle who contributed no penny for the funeral expenses began his horror-filled campaign towards me and my family.
A month after the burial, he called in buyers to buy the house my father was building which was still at the foundation level. My mum kicked against it, she summoned the kindred and told them she would go naked on my late father’s grave and thereupon lay curse on the whole family if they be and watch my uncle render her homeless without any basis. She told them plain that since that my uncle,Odey did not contribute to neither her husband’s burial nor care to the family afterwards, he should simply hands-off her husband’s property.
They knew the gravity of such threat and brokered an injunction stopping the furtherance of the sales. But they, except my other uncle Idoka,delved into a more sinister plan. Within another month,they arranged and sent my widowed mother packing. It was because she did not come from my father’s side,we were from the same Benue but while my mum was an Igala,my father was an Idoma.
The conspiracy with which they drove my mother away was on the ground that she could not allow my uncle, Odey to bed her. They had argued that it was an opportunity she never could deny him. Our mother rebuffed it with all her might and with that, they found their way sending my widowed mum packing.
That marked another turn to tougher realities,the wickedness took a new dimension. Within a fortnight of hatching the plan of sending my mum away,Mr. Odey had his way. He not only sold my father’s land but as well with the house still being built. My other uncle, Mr. Idoka said he would never be part of such wickedness and through his spirited effort, was able to buy back the land. He as a matter of fact handed the land over to me after the repurchase. Count some weeks more,I had to pack into my wicked uncle’s house as a house help.
My going there was for the sole sacrifice of he catering for my academic needs but that was never it ooo!,exclaimed the manager.
At a point while still there, his son whom I was ahead academically with four classes caught up with me. It would have continued unabated if not for Mr.Idoka’s visit one day. He was shocked at how malnourished I looked, about my education and all my travails he got to know.
My brother, continued the manager
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