My Life Story - Season 1 - Episode 5

5 years ago

My Life Story - Season 1 - Episode 5

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FRIDAY
I woke up today feeling kind of nervy and I couldn’t explain the reason behind it. Fortunately, Tope, my old classmate was with me that day. He suggested we go to a farm and whine away the time there.

“My mind is with my mummy today, I think I need to go and see her. I can’t keep avoiding her all in the name of avoiding her agonies.” I said plucking an orange from the tree.
“I thought as much.” He responded and came down from the tree. We started for home immediately.
“Let me cut this tree and use it for chewing stick”
“I can’t laugh o, a Lagosian like you still uses chewing stick?” Tope asked me jokingly.
“Why not? At least they sell it on Lagos streets.” I said to correct his notion about Lagos. “Anyway let us hurry so that we can get home on time.” I said as we hurried back home.

As we were approaching my house, I caught the glimpse of Kay, my cousin. Tope sensed this and tried to divert my attention to another thing.
“Tuyil, you won’t believe that this primary school building over there is the best in the state.” He pointed out the school and I smiled. Unknown to me he has seen some people crying at the other side of the house.

We got to the house and almost immediately one of my relatives broke the news to me that my Mummy died early this morning!

I discovered that I have gotten used to crying and I found it difficult to shed a tear! All I could do was laughing hysterically throughout the burial. My relatives became suspicious and asked me maybe I was alright but I told them that nothing is wrong with me.

After the burial, I became so lean and frail because I could not eat. I resigned into my shell and would refuse to come out for almost a week. Both grandmas tried their possible best to cheer me up but all to no avail.
The stroke that broke the camel’s back came the following month when I received a letter from Funmilayo and it reads:
Dear Tuyil,
With deep sense of regret I am writing this letter to you. I just want to tell you that I won’t be able to continue with our relationship.
The reason is simple, as you yourself know already that nearly anybody that loves you dies prematurely and I don’t want to die now.
Pls I am very sorry.
Yours Funmilayo
N.B. I still loves you.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Is it true that I am responsible for those deaths? I asked my rhetorically. This shattered my heart more because its Funmilayo that has been my source of comfort for the time being.
It all changed one day when one of my friends came to our house and introduced me to drugs.
“This is weed naw, I no fit take am.” I said absentmindedly.
“Just take am, e go make you forget wetin don happen.” He said reassuringly. And with that I gave in to peer-pressure and started taking drugs.
[]Things went from bad to worse; I would smoke Marijuana from morning to night just to run from my own fears and feelings. I would forget all about the problems at the point I smoked and started having the heavenly feelings but will later come back to haunt me whenever I came back to my senses.