[b] CHAPTER ONE


The long awaited graduation ceremony was finally held. And we were pronunced young graduates from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.

My name is Richard,I was a twenty two year old Nigerian man who had successfully graduated from the University of Nigeria, where i study Economics. I hail from Oyo state in the South-western part of Nigeria. Born in to the family of Mr and Mrs Makinde about twenty two years ago, and being the first child. I was made to realised that i should not let my background put my back at ground. I also came from an humble background. Dark in complexion with an average height. I was still thinking of where i should work.

Due to the high rate of unemployment in the country. I opted to teach since that was, and is still the common work one can get being a young graduate. I therefore fired my application to the Nigeria Education Service for employment to teach in of its secondary schools.

While i believed that i might never be posted to any of the preferable cities or towns, I secretly hoped that i might be taken to a place not too far from civilisation. I had often laughed at some of the outlandish towns those who chose teaching after university were posted to, and it scared me a little that i might have to be posted to a similar place.[/b]

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[b]Indeed only those who had influential and affluent parents could afford to get the places of their choice to work. This was the practice common among all levels of government in Nigeria.With somebody like me who did not have parents in the right places, and neither had any godmothers or godfathers anywhere, I expected to be put in the wrong places. Nonetheless, i resolved to leave the matter in God's hand.

Though, i am not a church freak but i still believe in God.

But even my fears did not prepare me for the outrageous village that my letter of posting revealed to me. The day i received my appointment letter, I nearly collapsed. I was to teach at Ilogbo village! What!? Yes, Ilogbo village!

A village with no access roads let alone the basic social facilities.
In Ilogbo village, there was no hospital, no place of entertainment, no pipe borne water, no good and quality store, you name it! Infact, the only store in the village had only close-ups as the only commodity in the village. The close-ups itself, had expired, due to the reason that it lack patronage.

It was a place designed to scare away human beings rather than welcome them.

I had wanted to reject the appointment outright, but on second thoughts i decided against such an action. I remembered that my own hometown was also a village. Although where I come from could not be compared to Ilogbo village as far as deprivation is concerned, the fact still remained that i came from a village, and because of that my allegiance to villages should never weaver.

If i was being presented with an opportunity to assist students of a village to see the light so to speak, it would not speak well of me to reject this call to do a service to mankind. [/b]

CHAPTER TWO


[b]What even prompted me to go and teach at Ilogbo town was the thought that if i was to refuse to go there, then whom did i expect to go there? Was i better than people who taught or worked in villages?

People of the rural areas are those we have to help most. They supposed to have good road network, good hospitals and good storage facilities for storing perishable goods. What is the essence of providing social amenities to the rural areas? Well, the essence are many; they provide the most for us in terms of what we eat to survive.

They provide us with most of our clothings materials, yet when it comes to giving back even a little to them, we complain. That indeed was not fair.

It was therefore based on these thoughts that i accepted to go to Ilogbo town, hoping secretly however, that the place would have known some improvement from the last time i went there.

One Monday morning, i packed my bag and baggage and started my journey to my new working place in the Southern area.

The journey was rugged, the roads were bad and seeing our men in black stopping the bus, demanding for their own share of the driver's money was nothing to write home about.

We had to make part of the journey by canoe, on a footpath and the rickety bus.

With God's grace, i safely arrived at my destination, Ilogbo town at about seven in the evening.

On arrival, my spirits were immediately dampened by the fact that nothing i expected to change had changed. Indeed, it looked as if the plavce had depreciated since the last time i saw the place ten years ago. That was when my father had asked me to accompany him to the funeral ceremony of his who died after a brief illness. The late man happened to come from Ilogbo village.

The place had the same shaky huts just managing to stand upright. Of course electricity and pipe borne water was something that the largely farming inhabitants only dreamed of.

The only privileged villagers that happened to had a brick house and a corrugated iron sheets; had their iron sheets bent to one side as if they were singing the national anthem.[/b]

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[b]I was amazed however that night to see one mighty yellow building which stood on a distant hill overlooking the village shine like any house in the city. Electric lights emanated from every crevice of the house, and i wondered how such a fairy tale castle could manage to show up in Ilogbo village of all places.

In the little hall and chamber accommodation that i got in the house of one of the lesser chiefs in the town, i wondered who occupied that mighty yellow mansion.

It was obvious the house was being lit by a very powerful generator, and i had no doubt that a house which was so well endowed in the night would have pipe borne water as well.

As my curiousity about the house and its occupants grew, i decided i would ask my new headteacher in the JSS school where i had been sent to teach Business studies and Economics. He could tell me a few things about how this most most unlikely building managed to find itself in this abysmall village.

The following day, i took my bath early and dressed up in preparation for my first working day.

The school i was directed to was a school that belonged nowhere than Ilogbo village. The JSS school buildings were made of mud which seemed in everlasting danger of crashing to the ground.

The few blessed students were housed in bamboo structures that were painted in some garish colours by a person who could never lay claim to be a professional painter.

Their school uniform can not be compared to a child who by March, his parent had brought him a Christmas cloth. You know the feelings how it would look when you first put it on.

The male students looked like people from the stone age, and the female students made some poor imitations at being fashionable only to make them look worse than a Nollywood bizzare costumes. Those girls could never excite my sexual hunger.

I could not pull a call through to my parents and my girlfriend as the network service their was always flunctuating like our electricity.

Rumours had it that the netwotk service is always at the fullest at midnight. Who would wake up at such an oddly hour just to make calls?. This explain how only few individuals use mobile phones compared to the six hundred villagers who use no phones.[/b]

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[b]I asked myself repeatedly if i had been trained at Nsukka, only to waste my acquisitions at this place which to me looked out of this world.

From my very first day at Ilogbo town I began to dream of the day i would leave this hell hole so to speak.

I had once dreamt of getting back home amidst a welcoming party chaired by my girlfriend. And, working at the ministry of Finance as the Personal Assistant to the Minister.

I had began to enjoy my work, and finally settled down.
Hearing the cries of joy and the incessant chattering from my children. I had sit down as a fulfilled man. Only to woke up to hear the noise of my landlord's children telling moonlight stories under the tree in front of the house.

"Welcome Mr Richard," the principal of the school stretched a friendly hand towards me as he introduced me to his staff.

Everybody was nice enough. It looked as if they could sense my regret in coming to the village, and were doing everything to make my stay worth it.

I also gave a pretended performance of liking the place and the school, but they could easily read that all my actions were pretence.

I was never to know that this place would change my life in such a way that i could never have dreamed of.

And that way would be because of the occupant of that nice building on top of the hill.[/b]

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