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MY LIFE Experience(the Blessed Hands) by Tominix(m): 10:22pm On Jan 22, 2020 |
Guys this is an intresting story by praises obiora my boss and oga at the top enjoyMY LIFE EXPERIENCE (The blessed hands) _By _Praises Chidera Obiora The Prologue The blazing fire of hunger and thirst lashed out on my body. It crippled my bones and brought pains to me. I struggled to walk with my head bent to the floor. I was literarily staggering while I walked on the busy road of Jos. My feeble feet could barely carry my heavy body anymore. I crashed to the floor. I couldn't feel my arms and legs any longer. But my body was cold. I tried to open my eyes but I found them closing back. I thought I was dead, but I was still conscious. I realised that I had fallen right beside the main road. I wanted to get up and move to a safer place, but my body was like a dead corpse covered with a trailer load of sand- heavy- very heavy and immovable. "This is where my helper will locate me. Help me lord. Help me." I whispered faintly like a criminal about to be shot dead by a gang of fierce firing squad. I could hear the voices that spoke around me. I could hear the engines of the cars that drove pass my collapsed body on the highway. I saw market women walk pass me with their trays of garden egg on their head. The floor echoed and vibrated in my ears. I saw the man who sells phones across the road, trying to draw back the attention of the concerned customer whose eyes was fixed on me. He was the only man who had a sense of pity all over his face. He could have been my helper. Probably the one who would come to my rescue. He turned back to continue his bargain. He turned back after the seller had drawn back his attention towards the packet of phones. "Praises. Praises." A tiny voice called out from a distance. I raised my eyes to seeIjeoma running in my direction with a sachet of pure water in her hands. She ran with so much power and zeal. She ran towards me like one chased by lions. She ran as fast as her small feet could carry her. On reaching where I laid, she bit off the tip of the sachet with her teeth, and poured the cold water pour on my head. With her soft hands, she made sure she rubbed it in. I felt the water sink into my hair. It touched the scalp of my head and I felt life again. "Drink. Drink Praises." she beckoned on me with the opened sachet pointing towards my mouth. I parted my dried lips and let the water pour out of the sachet into my mouth. I gulped it all in. I was completely dried out. But after the first drop touched my lips, I felt life in my bones again. Just like a dried out machine, that water was like an oil that slowly walked its way into my arteries and veins. Just like a baby who holds onto his mothers breast while sucking, I clinched onto the sachet and squeezed its liquid content into my mouth. When I was done drinking from the sachet, I gasped. Ijeoma turned my head towards hers and and looked piercingly into my eyes. "Praises what happened. Get up. Get up you are on the road side. Come let us go over there and rest." Ijeoma beckoned. She lifted my hands up and led me to a nearby tree. Under the tree was an old man who sold bitter kola. He starred at us as we approached his table. "Wetin una want for here?" He fired. "Please sir we want to rest a little." Ijeoma said. "Go there go sit down for ground." He pointed at an empty spot of a dusty floor. I wouldn't blame him for sending us away. No man sees a very dirty and unkept children, who looked like children of mad men, and allows them share the same chair with him. In the old man eyes, we were nothing but dirty beggars. He must have mistaken us for Almajiri's who walk round with plates to beg for money. Well may be he was not wrong. Just may be he was right. We actually looked like Almajiri's. We were no different from them. We were innocent orphans sent every single day to the streets to beg for arms.When we got back, we handed our money gotten to a woman who sits in the comfort of her chair, under a cooling air conditioned room to count. This woman was no other person than Madam Temi Adebayo Balogun. She was popularly called Mummy G.O by the children and her staff. This was because she was the general Overseer of the Orphanage. The orphanage was just like her home. She lived somewhere in the massive compound. She was very wealthy and had fleet of cars scattered everywhere. The money we made, determined the quantity of food we ate. It determined whether we had our baths or not. It determined if we needed a new cloth or not. It determined if we would have something to drink or not. It determined if we ate meat or not. If we returned back empty handed, we starved for that day. And she made sure we walked harder than those who brought something back home. Mummy G.O made sure that we didn't take our bath until we had brought home enough money that was going to pay for the fire wood, the water, or our meal. And when we bring money that was not enough to sponsor those three major Items, we were left to choose between food, cold water or a good bath. |
Re: MY LIFE Experience(the Blessed Hands) by Nobody: 10:27pm On Jan 22, 2020 |
Ok |
Re: MY LIFE Experience(the Blessed Hands) by Tominix(m): 10:33pm On Jan 22, 2020 |
abluck:i will have to stop the owner asked me cos itz a published work but am sending the link to the real story am deeply sorry |
Re: MY LIFE Experience(the Blessed Hands) by Tominix(m): 10:35pm On Jan 22, 2020 |
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