IN The DARK (A Story Of Love, Betrayal And Survival) - Season 1 - Episode 52

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IN The DARK (A Story Of Love, Betrayal And Survival) - Season 1 - Episode 52

KELVIN

My full name is Kelvin Smith. I
am a native of kogi state or
so i thought. I lived all my life
with my mom, i never knew
my dad. Ever since i was
little, my mom avoids any
question concerning my dad
and i stopped to question
her the day she burst into
tears when i asked about my
dad. My mom was a petty
trader and her earning was
not enough for our living.

After my secondary school
education, i decided to
double my hustle in order to
live a better life. I started
with a dry cleaning work, i
would wash and iron all sort
of cloth for people, both the
wealthy, the rich and the
poor. Gradually, i began to
save the little i earn. After
the second year of my dry
cleaning bussiness i had two
hundred and fifty thousand
naira in my bank account. I
decided to write jamb and
further my education. I could
not gain admission into the
university and eventually i
was given admission by
kwara state polythecnic. It
was a happy day for my mom
and I, the only woman i knew
all my life. Life was not a bed
of roses but with the help of
God and my hard work, i
finished my OND program
with upper credit. Bussiness
was no longer as good as it
was after i finished my OND.

I decided to quit school for a
while and make more money,
that was how i met your mom.

One of my customers told me
there was a vacancy in her
friend’s house for the post
of an house help and she
promised to help me get the
work only if i promise to be
of good behaviour which i
did. Your mom accepted me
and welcomed me into your
family, she promised to
sponsor my education and i
was suppose to further my
education in the next
academic year. My joy knew
no bound and so was my
mom’s. With full hope of a
better future i moved into
your house on the day, you
had a fire accident.

Unfortunately your mom died
and my dream was
shattered. Am sorry for our
loss Nancy. It was a period
of trial for me when your
mom died but i pretended to
be strong. I planned on a
better way to have a better
future and i decided to get
any available work after
your uncle sent us out. I
planned on coming back for
you when i make it in life, i
planned on taking care of
you my whole life, but i
never planned to appear in
front of you as i nobody.

I started working with a
bread factory, i would bake
bread and distribute to the
retailers. Life was not easy
but i kept my hustle clean.

My mom was worried about
how we would survive,she
often thinks and later had
high blood pressure.She fell
sick and i had to cater for
her again. I went through
alot trying to get a means of
paying for my mom’s drug,
our house rent, food,
shelter and saving for my
education again. Sometimes i
envy the rich and wealthy.

I came back from work one day and i was
bussy
counting and calculating the
little money i made when my
mom came close to me.At first
i did not pay attention to her
but when i noticed she was
crying, i left everything i
was doing and focused my
attention on her. I asked my
mom why she was crying and
she said “My child i am
crying for you” i was
surprised, i asked her what
she ment and she said “This
kind of life is not ment for
you, you are suppose to be
in wealth”.

At first i thought my mom
said that because of our
present situation and i told
her not to worry about us, i
promised to make her proud.

My mom held my hand and
said ”You belong to the rich
class, your father is
stinkingly wealthy son”. At
the mention of my father i
wanted to know more about
my father and my life. I
pleaded with my mom and
she said “no secret can last
for ever, its time you know
about you!
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KELVIN

I did not know what my mom
was driving at but i knew
she would tell me about my
dad (a story i have always
wanted to hear). Due to my
mom’s delay in telling me
about my dad, i always had
the thought that probably i
am a Molest product or the
son of a drunk not worthy
enough to call a father. I held
my mom’s hand and asked if
she really wanted to open up
to me. She smiled weakly and
said “Kelvin, I have to do
this in order not to carry the
sadness to my grave.

Everyday you increase in
age and struggle to give me
a better life and yourself a
better future. I blame myself
for all you are going
through. I need to clear
myself son, please forgive
me, i did everything out of
love”

I could not utter a word, i
just looked at my mom and
waited for her to continue.

My mom stood up from her
sitting position and moved to
the window side. She
adjusted her glasses and
started to tell the story of
her life and my life.
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Kelvin’s Mom

My name is Mary Adam and i am a native of
kogi state. I
came from a very poor
family, we were as poor as a
church rat. I had four
younger sibling and i am the
only daughter. My father was
a farmer while my mother
was a full house wife. An
unfortunate event occurred
when i was eighteen, the
event that made me leave
my father house with sorrow
and tears.

My immediate younger
brother was very sick, the
herbalist requested for
things to cure my brother.

My dad could not afford the
things requested for and he
had to meet a popular
commissioner in our local
government. Back in the day,
he was the commissioner for
finance. Nobody meets the
commissioner without going
through his wife, his wife
was know for her
wickedness and cruel
character. My dad met with
the commissioner wife and
instead of her taking my dad
to her husband, she lend the
sum of ten thousand naira to
my dad and he was suppose
to return the money in four
market days. My dad
collected the money with the
hope of returning it before
the appointed time. My
brother was treated but he never got better.

Unfortunately for my family,
the farm produce was not as
good as expected and
getting five thousand naira
was a thug of war, talkless
of ten thousand naira.

My dad met with the
commissioner wife and she
gave him two options. It was
either he would bring double
of the previous amount with
a week or he would sell his
female daughter off. My dad
was left with little choice
agreed with the first option.

Our family worked hard
between the period of a
week but we could not
provide the required amount.
On the Saturday of our week
of grace, my brother died.

I could remember how it all
happened, it was just like
yesterday. We were still
mourning my brother’s death
when the commissioner’s wife
came to our house with two
police men. She requested
for her money but we could
not provide it. We knelt
down and pleaded with her
for a grace of another week
but she refused. Been the
only female child, she
forcefully took me away and
told my parent to forget
about the money.”

kelvin: I could not help butfold my fist in annoyance, i
wished i could see the
commissioner’s wife and
throw my hard earn salary
into her face. My mom had
tears in her eyes already, i
moved close to her and
wiped her tears. She smiled
weakly and thanked me
before continuing with her
story.