Must Read: Heart Code By Ele - Season 1 - Episode 6

7 years ago

Must Read: Heart Code By Ele - Season 1 - Episode 6

*The harder you work, the luckier you become*

16 years later….

Ele narrates…….

“Wow!, what am I seeing? a man with such a big screwdriver s------g such a tiny hole without his hand?, maybe he’s using WiFi!”, I was thinking. “Oh yeah..oh baby.. dig deep..put in more grease, I’m about to cuum”, the lady was m0an!ng weakly. “I’m in trouble! where’s she coming to? Here?”, I asked myself internally. Then and there, I felt a big hand on my shoulders, the fear that gripped me that moment made me pee on my boxers.

“Yes, who are you? Where do you come from?”, the man who seems to be an Olode asked with an angry voice, “so you’re the thief that has been disturbing our neighbourhood huh?”, he rhetorically asked accusingly. I was so scared to answer any of his questions because I was lost in thoughts since I have heard of how Olodes kill and bury people secretly without a trace, I’ve also heard of how they beat their victims with fetish cutlasses and canes who all ended up dead after days. “So this is how I’ll die?” I had started crying, “if only you can let thus cup pass over me Father”, I prayed internally. Two mighty back to back slap jolted me from my reverie, I began to see triple. “So he has used juju to slap me?, oh heaven, here I come!, it is finished!”, I was thinking when the two students whose bedroom actions I’ve been viewing like a movie earlier came out.

“Ele! , so it’s you?” Aunty Lara who was in a towel asked as she instantly recognised me, “Baba, please leave him to me lemme handle him myself”, Aunty Lara quickly added without waiting for me to reply her question. “My daughter, this boy is the thief that has been troubling our area, if I leave him with you, he might injure you and continue his evil deeds, boys like him are the reason while Nigeria is on disarray”, the Olode replied. “Baba, I know him very well, he’s our neighbour son, let me just handle this myself, Aunty Lara requested pleadingly in such a way one would think she was my mother or my sister. “I’ve heard you my daughter”,
he finally obliged, “but the next time I catch you like this at this odd hour, you’re a goner”, he said pointing to me after which he pushed me away and went his way.

My unlikely saviour Aunty Lara told her man for the night to go in while she held my hands taking me to my house. She opened the unlocked front door which I hat earlier open while sneaking out. “Mama Ele… Mama Ele o, come out”, She called out my mum who came out in a wrapper completely flabbergasted at what was happening. “Aunty Lara, what is it?. Why are you with Ele, its everything alright, hope he didn’t commit any crime?”, Mummy asked questions after questions as daddy appeared from the room. “Your Ele has reached puberty and needs you people to watch him closely before a rapes all our chickens in the neighbourhood”, Aunty Lara started, “can you believe Ele was caught this night close to my window by an Olode who took him for a thief, but for my intervention, he would have been silenced by the Olode, who didn’t know he came to spy on my uncladness”, Aunty Lara continued, “this isn’t the first time such a thing is happening, I have been noticing a dark face spying on my whenever I’m bathing, or whenever I’m doing my thing at night but I never thought it could be Ele, because he seems so gentle with an innocent face, but for the fact that you’re my good friend Mama Ele, I would have left him for the Olode, this must not repeat itself again!”, Aunty Lara angrily explained to my mum and left banging the door behind her leaving no room for my mother to say a word.

“Ele.. Ele.. Ele ooo..”, mum called in almost a whisper, “you should have told me you needed a wife, I should have find one for you, supposing that Olode killed you, what would have become of me?, you want all my suffering over your head to be in vain”, my mum threw words angrily at me. Mummy located the charger for the rechargeable lamp in our parlour and attempted to beat me before dad who had been watching all along stopped her and volunteered to talk with me alone. “You know you already caused the boy much troubles before he was born, now you want to spoil him”, my mum blurted out leaving me wondering what they were talking about. My dad gave mum a strong look after which mummy left not before saying “if anything happens to my son, I’ll hold you responsible”. Mum and dad had always been at logger heads when it comes to my matter for reasons best known to them.

“Ele, my beloved son”, my father began. “Yes, daddy”, I replied. “Isn’t your first paper tomorrow?”, daddy asked. “Yes, daddy, its tomorrow”, I replied again. “So what were you doing looking at a prostitute instead of reading your book?”, dad asked again. I couldn’t answer instead stared at the floor. “Ele, have you heard of Bill Gates?” Daddy asked. “Yes daddy, he his the richest man in the world”, I replied smiling. “Very good my son”, dad commended me. “What about Femi Otedola, Nnamdi Kanu Adenuga, Wale Adenuga?”, my daddy questioned me. “Yes dad, I’ve heard of them all, they are very rich men in Nigeria dad”, I answered. “Very good my son, all this men weren’t born with a silver spoon, they all had to go through hard times to get to where they are now, Bill Gates wasn’t the best in school, but through hard work, he became the richest man in the world, Femi Otedola, Wale Adenuga all went through hard times to get to where they were, they faced many difficulties but yet overcame them through perseverance”, my dad explained. “Yes dad, I’ve also heard of Jonathan, how he used to trek without shoes to school, I was also told of how Thomas Edison tried over a thousand times before he was able to create a small light in a bulb, he also gave a famous quote,“if I tried something over ten thousand times without success, I have not failed, because I have learned not to do the same thing the same way”
I also heard General Muhammed Buhari contested for presidential elections of Nigeria for four times before winning”, I explained while my father watched in awe. “My beloved son is a child prodigy, dynamite they say come in small quantities, you have said it all my son, there’s no gain without pain, there’s a popularly saying“the harder you work, the luckier you become”,my son, a man without a mission is a man without a vision, have a grand vision and try to enjoy your life in your mission to accomplish your vision”, my daddy explained. “For your hot brain, I commend you, but for your puerile acts, I condemn you, never repeat such a thing again, do you understand me?”, dad asked in a high pitched voice. “Yes dad”, I said in a frightened voice. “That’s my boy! You will surpass the likes of Bill Gates and Femi Odetola If you believe”, my dad said patting me on my back before leaving the room. I locked the door and collapsed on the bed thinking of my surreal night. I thank God for saving my life from the fun spoiler Olode and saving my bombom from mummy’s koboko. It wouldn’t have been nice to be killed a day to the start of my WAEC, people would have blamed it on the innocent witches in my father’s village. In no time, Brother sleep came to kidnap me.

Lia narrates…..

“Please don’t call this line again if you know what’s good for you”, i screamed at the caller for the umpteenth time that day and hanged up. Then and there I decided to drop my phone aside till I ended my WAEC exam.

Boys kept on calling, and I still get surprise at how they got my number. The last caller have been after me for four years and despite the many insults and embarrassment, he wouldn’t give up.I’ve changed my number times without number but they still managed to get it, disturbing me with various text messages and calls. No matter how I try to block their numbers, they called and texted with different numbers. Anytime I asked how they got my number, some will tell me they got it from a fairly used phone they bought, some would say, they saw my number on the ground, some others would say they got it from a friends what’s app among varieties of excuses. Sometimes, it is a big crime to be extraordinarily beautiful and it is a big disadvantage especially to those who without proper set goals. I took my book and revised one last time said my prayers before I retired to bed.

Khadijat Narrates…..

ow I wish I had Lia’s brain, I’ll be all confident for tomorrow having no worries.

I still don’t understand Lia, despite the fact she’s a brilliant beauty, she still acts so humble. Her humility is so annoying and gets on my nerves always. At least, she’s the best friend one could have!. “Young Miss, your dad wants to see you!”, our houseboy Itoro called out. “I’ll be there in a jiffy”, I replied him. “Okay, Young Miss”, he said. My dad and his problems self, hope he’s not in for another proposal because I want to do this exam myself, I want to show Lia I can pass without my parent’s connect. She had to make her dad under stand that she is now all grown up and can do things herself, its also dangerous to engage in such malpractices and she would personally love to avoid stories that soften the heart and romances the bumbum.

Yes Dija, you can do it, she thought raising her hands before going to see her dad