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 Literature / The Day Nigeria Won The World Cup.. A Must Read by Aurora007: 1:21pm On Nov 09, 2016 |
[size=14pt]The day Nigeria won the world cup[/size] We all sat in the tension soaked room, Yes? "we" and by we, i meant all the able bodied men in our compound, for the ladies were too chicken hearted to watch this epic world cup match between Nigeria and Brazil. But who would blame the ladies, after Mama Silifa had to be rushed to the hospital after watching Yakubu Aiyegbeni miss a goal in the quaterfinals that my grandmother would have easily scored with her eyes closed... It was the final match, and we had gathered at Baba Debo's house to watch this epic match.. The scores were levelled, and we were approaching the extra time..It was nothing less than a miracle that we hadnt conceeded a goal after all this while..If our eyes could speak as at that moment i guess it will be a prayer in unison offered to the most high to help us get to the extra time.. I sat on the edge of my seat, squirming uncontrollably as Neymar breezed past two of our defenders, and with each step towards the post, my tension seemed to increase in geometric proportions as my heart raced wildly against my chest perhaps in an attempt to stop Neymar from advancing, but this was all in futility as Neymar fired a shot towards the goal post which was deflected by the woodwork.. phewwwwwwww!! We all breathed a sign of relief and simultaneously shouted, "Ope Ohh" I resumed my prayers this time in a more determined manner, wishing that God would at least be interested in football today and just as the thought breezed through my mind, the interesting happened.. It was a counter attack, Kenneth Omeruo had snatched the ball from one of the Brazilian boys and was charging down the left flank, he located Victor moses who dribbled two players via a "leg over" and did a through pass to locate Ahmed musa. And as he was approaching Box 18, we all stood up simultenously holding our hands, hearts pounding hard praying hard to God that the "Spirit of Aiyegbeni" will not descend on him.. A swift response to our prayer came as Musa looped the ball sending it to the top left corner of the goal post..... Goal!!!!!!!!!!!, Goal!!!!!... We all shouted as i hugged a complete stranger standing beside me as the realisation dawned on us that we had won the world cup and in the same hypomanic state, i jumped high only for the blades of the fan to hit my head... Yahhhh!! I cried in agony, rubbing ma head only to discover that i had bumped ma head on the roof of the Danfo bus caught in a serious traffic hold up and that i had been sleeping.. Mtchewwwww!! I hissed inwardly, I knew this was too good to be true, for even in my dream, it felt as if i was dreaming..I woke up to reality; to the sound of angry car horns blaring in the air perhaps to articulate the raging frustration that had clouded the mind of the citizenry, to the crass negligence and gross ineptititude that had crippled the leadership.. I sighed in exasperation, as a mosquito parched on my sweating frame humming discordant tunes to my irritated ear just as a street hawker passed by our bus, with a public address system singing "I dey kill mosquito well well".. THE END |
| Literature / Etisalat Flash Fiction Contest- PAPA by Aurora007: 10:42am On Nov 09, 2016 |
[size=13pt]PAPA[/size] He walked into the dimly lighted room looking like a stranger; Old age had worn off the handsome and strong man he used to be, and begged for forgiveness. As i lifted my eyes to see the haggard looking man in front of me. I sighed, hmmmm; this is my father, rather was my father. Papa was my model and friend, and life was a fairy tale until Papa put our housemaid in the family way twenty years ago and everything went southwards from thence. Papa had thereafter abandoned us and treated us like trash leaving my mother to struggle in fending for our needs. As I looked at my father begging me, memories of the pain flashed past, and the familiar voices which had echoed in my head in time past, now seemed to form a chorus akin to a funeral dirge, each voice screaming to find expression through my eyes. And like a puppet obeying his master, the waterworks started, and the tears rolled down my cheeks, each drop painting a picture of the life I yearned to live all this while; a life filled with memories of my father and i in a loving relationship. When I finally opened my mouth, I looked at the stranger who was once my father, hugged him tightly and said; "Papa, I have forgiven you just as Christ had forgiven me". Relief flooded my face as I said this and I felt the pain which I had borne all the while fizzle away. Finally when the night came, and i was about to sleep, recounting the events of the day; I looked at my three months old boy sleeping soundly and vowed silently to be a Man and a Father in the truest sense of the word. Kindly click on this link to vote: https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=2791 Thanks for your anticipated support. |
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