Greater Day Ahead

GREATER DAY AHEAD

     “When would this suffering end?” Uzo soliloquized. “Or, could it be for eternity?”

     Uzo whose father died four years back after a brief illness when he (Uzo) was barely thirteen (13), was lamenting alone right in his family’s bedroom. He was obviously an exemplarily brilliant chap who was about sitting for his Senior School Certificate Examinations (SSCE) which included WAEC and NECO; apart from his academic excellence, he was an out-and-out child every parent wished to behold. What actually prompted the lamentation was owing to the fact that the poor boy was yet to register for the aforesaid exams because the needed money wasn’t available.

     Uzo who happened to be the first child among him and his four siblings, was residing in Lagos State with his family. His mother Ugonma who just obtained her National Certificate in Education (NCE) via in-service programme was a primary school teacher, and she was in Grade Level – 5; she actually entered the Civil Service few years back with her Senior School Certificate. Life wasn’t in any way easy with Ugonma; taking care of a family of six including herself was not unlike asking a palm wine tapper to ensure that he produces at least five kegs of palm wine from a particular palm tree on a daily basis. Indeed, the poignant state of the family was seriously telling on every member of it.

    “God,” Uzo called sorrowfully. “Please, come and rescue me from this unending bondage.” He said looking at the ceiling.

     “Why can’t I be like Musa?” He wondered. “Or, Segun?”

     Musa and Segun were his classmates whose parents were well-to-do; their respective drivers drove them to school daily. He kept on wondering if his own world was different from that of his aforementioned colleagues, but more pitiably, his candid questions were left unanswered.

     He began to sing frantically. He was an ardent singer since his childhood; in his church, he happened to be one of the gifted and respected choristers in spite of his age.

     The soliloquy continued until his mother who was busy in the kitchen entered the room to checked on him having sensed his absence, unknowingly to her that her precious son had almost committed suicide. Uzo’s face coupled with the pillow that was lying on his thighs was covered with fathomless tears. He was helplessly sitting on a bed.

   “Uzo…..!” His mum exclaimed as soon as she walked into the room.

     She hastily walked to the bed and sat very close to him, tenderly placed her left arm on his shoulders. “Uzo my son.” She soberly called.

     “Mum,” He managed to dish out.

     “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

     It was on Saturday morning at about some minutes past nine o’clock; and it was a very sunny moment. His siblings were busy catching their funs outside. The whole family was living in only one-room apartment.

      “At 17, you’re not meant to bother yourself so much about things of this world.” She said. Paused.

       He adjusted himself a bit.

      “Besides,” She rode on. “That you’re poor this year 1994 doesn’t imply you would be poor by next year.”

      “Who knows if I would be alive till next year?” He thought aloud.

      “Stop saying that.” Scolded Ugonma. “Where does your faith lie?”

      Uzo remained calm.

      “Is this what I have been teaching you?” She said. Frowned. “I keep telling you that God knows everything we are passing through.”

       He seemingly became sober.

       “And only Him knows the expiring date.”

       His calm posture that abruptly metamorphosed into a pensive countenance was really absorbing the opium. Ugonma’s pious nature had obviously helped in her children’s upbringing.

       “That you’re yet to register for your SSCE does not mean you won’t sit for the exams.” She faithfully assured.

       This time, Uzo became stronger emotionally and psychologically.

       “Don’t worry,” Ugonma said. “God will surely provide the money, okay?”

       “Uzo nodded passionately.

       “So, wipe your tears.”

      Ugonma who was only putting on a single purplish wrapper, partially unfolded it and used it to assist him in wiping out the tears.

      Thereafter, she made effort to rise him up from the bed and he complied accordingly. “Come and help me in the kitchen.” She asked the moment he rose.

      “Okay mum.” He concurred without hesitation.

       One week later, as God would have it, his church raised the required fund on his behalf and his Pastor accompanied him to his school for the awaited registration. It was indeed a miracle just like his mother told him.

       Prior to the exam period, Uzo left no stone unturned towards ensuring that he made distinction in all his subjects. He was thoroughly determined to make his mum who he regarded as an angel proud. He was a notable science student in his school that in every interschool exhibition/competition involving the school, he must be the school’s representative or one of the representatives as the case may be.

      When the results were released in August 1994, he came out with flying colours just as he anticipated; more interestingly, he was not just the best candidate among his set/peers but was the overall best in the whole of Lagos State. As regards the amazing performance, he was granted a scholarship by the Lagos State government to study his dream course, Medicine and Surgery in any university across the federation.

       His mum, Ugonma couldn’t hold her joy; she felt like running from Lagos to Abia State – her home state. She alongside her entire family dedicated the rare victory to God. And, she challenged her other four children to follow suit; she made them realize that their elder brother had laid a tremendous foundation for them; hence they had no reason to fail.

       The following year being 1995, Uzo sat for the University Matriculation Examination (UME), now known as the Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination (UTME) and he enrolled for the University of Lagos (UNILAG) to study Medicine and Surgery. Consequently, he made an excellent grade when the result came out later in the year, and he successfully secured admission in the university on merit toward the end of the year in question.

      Before he departed for the campus, he had an indoor one-on-one meeting that lasted for several minutes, if not hours with his wonderful mother.

      “Uzo my son,” Ugonma called. “I have always told you that God makes a way where there seems to be no way.”

      Uzo smiled heavily, visualizing the memory lane.

      They were seated on separate plastic chairs situated in their room. Ugonma who was plump, short and chocolate, was putting on a pink casual dress and barefooted. On his part, Uzo was clad in a pair of multiple-coloured knickers, green polo spotted with white colour and was also barefooted; he was slim, fair and average in height – he was a reminiscent of his late father. They were seated directly opposite to each other, but very closely.

      “Now you can see for yourself.” She proceeded. “Of course you have seen how miraculous our Lord is.”

      “Mum, you’re right.” He responded. “He’s indeed a miracle working God.”

      “I’m happy for you.”

      “Thank you mum.”

      “Now that you’re in the university.” She said. Calmly grabbed his two hands with hers respectively. “You must not forget where you’re coming from.”

      She continued relentlessly till both of them became saturated. It was a holistic counselling section.

      The following three days, Uzo left for the campus. While in the university, as an ardent and gifted singer as well as one who could play an organ perfectly, he never abandoned his artistic talent rather he became more devoted to the calling.

       As time progressed, as a first year medical student and a well brought up boy, Uzo was taking three major things very seriously, and they were – his prayers, studies and talent. He resisted everything that was liable to make him a failure.

       Amazingly, his singing talent took him round the state and beyond owing to uncountable public functions as well as competitions he was engaged in, that at a point, he was chosen to represent Nigeria in one international singing competition that involved students of various tertiary institutions in the world.

       In the aforesaid competition, Uzo emerged as the overall best. In addition to the astonishing prizes attached to the award which included hundred thousand US dollars, a duplex in Lagos State and a Range over Jeep, the organizer of the event – the United Nations Education, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) issued him a scholarship to study his discipline (Medicine & Surgery) in any university of his choice across the globe up to any level. But Uzo chose to remain in UNILAG so that he would be close to his beloved family.

      On receiving the incredible news, his mother Ugonma passed out due to overwhelming euphoria but regained her fitness after forty-eight hours in a hospital bed. Little did the poor widow know that, there was a greater day that lied ahead when her son was granted a scholarship by the Lagos State government.

       From that moment onwards, their family life changed overnight; everything including food, clothes and adequate shelter became available. To say the least, the family never lacked again.

 

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Derailed Homosapien

DERAILED HOMOSAPIEN

     “Good morning students,” Mr Adesokan greeted after the unanimous greeting received from the students as the tradition demands. “How was your weekend?”

“Fine Sir,”The students chorused. “Thank you.” They added. Stood still.

     “Please have your seats.” He urged while standing.

 The students who were dressed in sky-blue checks immediately assumed their respective seats simultaneously. Anxiously waited for a formal introduction from the strange being.

It was Monday morning at about some minutes past nine o’clock after the students’ usual morning assembly; it marked the beginning of the sixth week of the second term segment. Mr Adesokan was a new teacher in the school – Comprehensive Secondary School, Ojagidi, Ogun State; he resumed duty on that very day. He had just replaced Mr Tunde whom was transferred two weeks back to one of the neighbouring public schools in the state; Mr Tunde was one of the school’s Mathematics teachers in charge of the senior session but his duty post were particularly S.S.S-1 and S.S.S-2 classes.

      “Hope this is SS1?” Mr Adesokan verified.

      “Yes Sir!” The students chorused on the top of their voices.

      “Alright,” He said. “What arm is this?”

      “SS1A.” They responded.

Each of the senior classes was made up of four different arms ranging from A to D.

       “Good.” He said. Paused. “Do you know why I’m here?”

       “No Sir!” The class of about forty students exclaimed. Became jittery and curious.Apparently, the suspense was telling on them.

“Okay,” He said. “I’m Mr Ola Adesokan.”

       The overall students became more impatient. Couldn’t wait to hear the next word, phrase or clause that would be dished out by the unknown dude who seemed to be in his early forties.

Mr Adesokan who was slim, dark and average in height was clad in a pair of tactically ironed black trousers and grey plain shirt coupled with a pair of black sandals; the shirt was neatly tucked into the trousers.

“Henceforth,” He continued. “I’ll be taking you on Mathematics.”

   This time, the students in their entirety became relieved. They had been longing to see who would replace Mr Tunde; Mr Tunde was indeed a good and refined teacher who had all it takes to make even a dummy understand Mathematics to the fullness. His abrupt transfer from the school caused a tremendous pandemonium among the affected students.

And, looking at Mr Adesokan – going by his dress as well as countenance, the class appeared thoroughly convinced that Mr Tunde’s replica had come to replace him; it became absolutely tranquil while excitedly waited to hear more impressive words from a man who seemed not unlike a god-sent.

After all the needed instructions accompanied with consequential enquiries, Mr Adesokan hurriedly introduced the topic for the day, which was overwhelmingly welcomed by the students.

      Something abnormal transpired in the process. While Mr Adesokan was enthusiastically teaching the class, he was distracted by a female student who was lousily seated on her desk. The girl in question who was ignorant of the scene she had created felt relaxed and was attentively and passionately listening to the lesson, unknowingly to her that she was making her corrupt-minded tutor lose his concentration.

Having managed to exhaust his period that lasted for eighty minutes amidst the inevitable temptation, Mr Adesokan signalled to the teen, asking her to come out. The moment she stepped out, he whispered to her to see him in his office during the school break time.

The poor girl who couldn’t wait to embrace the awaited break time because she was anxious to ascertain or fathom what actually prompted the unexpected invitation, began her journey to Mr Adesokan’s office at exactly half past eleven o’clock in the morning (11:30 am) the moment the school bell rang for the break. Her class was about two kilometers (2km) away from the office.

“Good morning Sirs!” She greeted as soon as she walked into the staff room. It was a complex room compromising four male teachers including Mr Adesokan. Interestingly, all of them were Mathematics teachers; two were for the junior session whilst the other two were for the senior session. Their respective tables coupled with chairs were separately positioned at the four corners of the room.

“Good morning, dear.” They responded.

      “How’re you?” One of them asked.

      “Fine Sir.” She replied. Walked straightly to where her intended host was seated.

      “Good day, Sir.” She greeted the moment she got to her destination. Stood directly opposite him.

      “Good day, my dear.” Mr Adesokan responded. “How’re you?”

      “Fine Sir.”

    “Sit down.” He softly urged, pointing his right arm at the seat permanently cited opposite his likewise those of his colleagues.

      “Thank you, Sir.” She appreciated. Quickly sat on the seat.

      “I called you here to know more about you,” Said Mr Adesokan. “Because when I was teaching your class this morning, you appeared very serious-minded.” He lied.

“Thank you, Sir.” She cheerfully dished out.

     “You’re welcome.”

     She remained calm and relaxed.

   “So, what’s your beautiful name?”

   She smiled at the tone of the question especially the ‘beautiful’ that was inclusive. “Yetunde.” She replied amid the thick smile.

The seemingly harmless discussion lasted for several minutes. At the long run, phone numbers were exchanged though she wasn’t with hers because they were severely warned not to come to school with their cell phones; in view of this, they agreed on how they would be reaching each other. The proposed closeness, which seemed to Yetunde like that of a father and his daughter owing to the tune/mode of the proposal, was actually a deceptive one.

       At the fifteenth minute on the dot when the discussion ended, she hurriedly left for her classroom filled with fantasy as well as ecstasy like one who had just won a lottery.

On their part, his colleagues who were seated at distant locations weren’t aware of what really went on or what was discussed between them, though they weren’t interested either since such meeting wasn’t unusual among teachers and their students. Besides, being a new teacher, they were of the opinion that Mr Adesokan needed to meet privately with some of his students, especially the serious-minded ones, to intimate him on the journey so far.

Mr Adesokan was a happily married man blessed with four kids – three males and a female.His intimate relationship with Yetunde continued for several weeks to the extent that her fellow students began to envy her and she was really enjoying the togetherness, which she never knew the initiator had a sinister motive.

Little did any of his colleagues or any member of the school management realize that he was up to something. Even when any of them decides to think otherwise, he/she would be beclouded or bribed by a notion that the deviant was a very decent and respectable man.Suffice it to say that, the man in question was no doubt a wolf in sheep clothing.

Subsequently, the intimacy became juicier to Yetunde, that, her innocent mindset never foresaw any evil or funny act coming from Mr Adesokan. It proceeded until one fateful day when her fantasies yielded an unimaginable reality; indeed, on that day, the awful but hidden truth dawned upon her person.

On the aforesaid day, Yetunde paid a scheduled visit to Mr Adesokan at a lodging spot. He had during the weekday asked her to pay him a visit by the weekend, Saturday precisely, and she obliged. But he lied to her that she was coming to his family house; she was told that he wanted her to meet with his family especially his wife towards ensuring that she became a friend to the family.

   The moment the vulnerable creature arrived at the proposed venue for the meeting at about quarter past three in the afternoon (03:15 pm) on Saturday 11^th of June 2011, she needed not an interpreter to notify her that she was within a hotel arena. Though she was nervous but she was consoled by a perceived presumptionthat the hotel could be just a place where her intended host wanted to receive her before proceeding to his family house to enable her locate his place of residence easily.

   The curiosity and perturbation continued untilMr Adesokan majestically walked out of the bar where he was relaxing having received an alert from her via phone call, and signalled her to come over. As soon as she got to the point where he was standing, which was the main entrance to the bar, he ushered her into the bar and took her to the position he was chilling himself with a bottle of stout beer.

“My little angel!” He exclaimed. “You’re really looking pretty and gorgeous.”

      She smiled apprehensively.

      “Now I know,” He said. “The uniform I’ve been seeing you in have been hiding your real beauty.”

   His dubious compliment was not unlike pouring water on gravel. She wasn’t moved by it not even a bit unlike her.

      “Please have your seat.” He urged her, smiling.

She sluggishly sat on one of the seats situated at the corner, looking pale. “Have I been deceived?” She thought.

Other guests who were also chilling themselves were seated in the bar at strategic locations.

“Pretty,” Mr Adesokan who was putting on a pair of black jeans, blue T-shirt and a brown lather slippers called. “You’re not looking happy.” He observed.

She slightly adjusted herself. Still sceptical and quiet. She was clad in a pink skirt, white polo and a pair of ash sandals.

Yetunde who was at a tender age of 14, was unarguably a very pretty girl that her beauty could be felt by the blind; she was chocolate, plump and tall.

“What is wrong?” The predatory creaturetenderly enquired.

“Sir,” She vulnerably called. “I thought you said I was coming to meet your family?”

      “Yes,” He said. “But…”

“But what?”

      “They travelled to the village yesterday.” He lied. “Something urgent came up.”

      “Okay ooh!” She grunted sceptically.

      “I’m sorry I didn’t inform you.”

After some minutes coupled with persuasion, she agreed to take a soft drink. At the long run, her host poured some of his drink into the glass she was using and both drinks mixed instantly. He convinced her that the mixture was more appetizing and nourishing although his sole intention was to drug her; thereafter, she was cajoled into taking the drink.

      When she became dizzy as a result of the concoction she had taken, he hastily took her to one of the hotel rooms, took off her wears and defiled her, all in accordance to his plan.

One month later being the third term of their academic session, Yetunde took in. Prior to this phase, she never disclosed what transpired between her and Mr Adesokan at the hotel with anyone; he had promised to shower her with gifts if she remained silent.

When her parents noticed her abrupt weird idiosyncrasies, her mother took her to a laboratory to confirm what was actually wrong with her, and she was consequently informed that her beloved daughter was four weeks pregnant. They exhorted her to tell them the truth behind the pregnancy, and she confessed; the parents who became devastated by the unthinkable confession trembled with rage.

The moment the news got to her school, the derailed homosapien was sacked after he attended to the query issued to him

       Later on, the police arrested him and charged him to court for paedophilia, bestiality and attempted murder.

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Rough End

ROUGH END

      “Obiora my son,” Chief Okeke called in a low tone. “It’s obvious that you are now an undergraduate.”

      Obiora who happened to be Chief Okeke’s only son just secured an admission in Spectrum University to study Petroleum Engineering; Spectrum University was one of the most respected tertiary citadels of learning across the East. That fateful day, which preceded the day he was meant to leave home for the campus, his beloved father was actually giving him the needed counselling for the odyssey that awaited him; both of them alongside his mother were seated at the family’s sitting room at about ten minutes to six O’clock in the evening (05:50 pm).

      “As my first child and only son,” Chief Okeke who sat directly adjacent to Obiora in one of the two-in-one upholstery chairs, continued. “I want you to realize that a lot of responsibilities await you.”

       His wife Lolo Okeke who was seated beside him nodded, while Obiora listened attentively.

       Chief Okeke was a successful trader; he was into motor spare parts.

       “Most importantly,” He proceeded. “You must acknowledge that studying an engineering discipline in a university is not an easy task.” He paused. “Thus, I expect you to be extremely careful as well as mindful of your studies, which is no doubt the prerequisite for attaining your anticipated success room.”

       “My son,” His mum chipped in. “You’ve to adhere to every instruction your dad is giving you.” She said. Paused. “You’re lucky you have a very wonderful and caring father, which every child ever prays for.”

       “I promise, I won’t disappoint you dad.” Obiora assured. “And you, mum.” He concluded looking at his mother’s eye sockets.

        “I pray your wish would remain your motivation.” Chief Okeke added.

        “Amen!” His wife complimented passionately.

       “My son,” He continued. “All I want from you is to remain a good ambassador of this noble family.”

        Obiora quickly folded his arms tightly. Became apprehensive.

       “Honestly, you have all it takes to excel.” Chief Okeke reminded. “The last time I checked, you had no reason to become a failure.”

        The wife concurred with him via a series of nod.

        “Before I conclude,” Chief Okeke rode on. “I must let you know one fact.”

        Obiora changed his posture. This time, he leaned his head on his right arm, which was standing firm on his right thigh.

        “In my dialect which is Igbo language” Chief Okeke said. “University is referred to as ‘Mahadum’, which literally implies ‘know it all’.”

       The wife nodded. Became more interested.

       “Therefore, you are meant to know everything about the world as well as all that is in it.” He said. Paused.

       Obiora remained still in his sitting position. Wasn’t distracted by anything around him, not even the trespass of a snake.

       “But mind you,” His dad rode on. “You are only expected to be part of those ones that are morally acceptable.”

       Obiora nodded continuously for several seconds.

       “A word, they say,” Chief Okeke said. “Is enough for the wise.” He concluded.

       “Thank you, dad.” Obiora applauded. Went back to his previous posture.

       “My dear,” His mum chipped in.

        Obiora quickly focused his eyes on her.

       “I want you to take your prayers very seriously.” She warned. Took a breath. “Endeavour to say your prayers at least twice in a day – in the morning and before you go to bed.”       

       “Okay mum.”

       “And, don’t forget to go to church every Sunday and whenever necessary.”

       Obiora nodded.

       “Please my son,” She continued. “You must note that your two sisters are looking up to you.”

       Chief Okeke nodded.

       “So, you must always lead by example.” She concluded.

       “Thank you, mum.” Obiora excitedly applauded. “Thank you, dad.” He added looking at them respectively.

 

                  * * * * * *

       After Obiora’s first year on campus, he made excellent results in all his 100 Level courses, that, everyone in engineering faculty including his lecturers and fellow students became attracted to his person, which made him an envy of all – both dick and harry.

       His parents were immensely impressed over the remarkable performance of their only son, though the said outcome wasn’t too surprising to them because Obiora was truly a very brilliant chap ab initio – he had maintained his brilliance right from his primary school days. Owing to the fabulous performance, his father Chief Okeke became more concerned over all the academic needs of the chap. Obiora never lacked anything an undergraduate could boast of; his father sent him money whenever he asked for it. All he needed was to ask, and the money would be deposited in his bank account immediately. More appallingly, thereafter they never took visiting him on campus as a priority again as they used to since the boy had proven to them that he was really taking his studies seriously.

       But one popular Igbo adage would say ‘Ana eji ututu amara njo ahia’; when translated it means, ‘A trader will never know if there would be poor patronage in a certain day going by the pace of sales during the early-hours session of the day in question’.

       As time progressed, during Obiora’s second year in the university as the best student among the overall 200 Level students of Petroleum Engineering department, he vowed to sustain his current Cumulative Grade Point Average (CGPA) which was 4.75, with the aim of making his lovely parents proud just as he promised at the beginning of the journey. So, he continued with the tempo until one ungodly day when he ran into Anayo – one of the students in the Business faculty.

      Anayo was a very notorious guy on campus; it was only a new or academic minded student like Obiora that was yet to know him. Anayo who was a final year student of Business Management department was a member of one of the most dreaded secret confraternities in Spectrum University – the Red Vulture; he happened to be one of the leaders of the cult. It seemed Anayo’s eyes had been on Obiora from the moment he was recognized as one of the best students in his faculty.

      That fateful day after lecture period, in the evening precisely, having been exhausted Obiora thought it wise to chill himself with a bottle of cold soft drink and a snack in the university café. He wanted something that would sustain him till he gets to his lodge where he could prepare a meal for himself, unknowingly to him that someone had been spying on him all along.

      The moment he entered the café, the kingpin followed suit after a few minutes and sat directly opposite him at the plastic table he was making use of.

       On his part, he requested for a plate of fried rice and a soft drink as well. That was the first time Anayo would be taking a meal with soft drink rather than beer; he never wanted his incoming prey to realize that he was actually sharing a table with a nonentity or a party to a riffraff – a deceptive countenance indeed.

      “Hi guy!” Anayo cheerfully greeted while devouring his meal.  He was dressed in a pair of black three-quarter jeans, blue T-shirt, black face cap and a pair of white canvases. He seemed to be in his late twenties.

      “Hello.” Responded the unsuspecting prey that was clad in a pair of blue jeans, green and white double-coloured shirt and a pair of black plain shoes.

       “Are you in this school?” He falsely enquired.

       “Yes, of course.” Replied Obiora.

       “You must be a new student, I guess?”

       “Why do you think so?”

       “Because you look so fresh.” The fair in complexion and innocent looking kingpin who was plump and average in height remarked.

       Obiora smiled heavily. “You must be kidding.” Said the slim and tall chocolate coloured young man who was in his early twenties amidst the smile.

       “Honestly,” Anayo added. “I’m not joking.”

       “Okay, thank you.”

       “You’re welcome.” Said Anayo. Paused. “I mean, always.”

       “So, what do I call you?” Obiora inquisitively enquired.

       “Anayo.” He replied placing his heavy right arm on his guilty chest. “But they call me Whiskey.”

       “They?”

       “Ya, my friends.” Anayo cleared the air.

       “Alright.”

       “And you?”

       “Okay,” Obiora said. “I’m Obiora.”

       “That makes us brothers then.”

       “How?”

       “We’re both Igbos, of course.”

       “Oh,” Obiora exclaimed. “You’re absolutely right!” He said, smiling.

        In spite of his dangerous nature, Anayo was undoubtedly a gifted clown; he had all it takes to win the heart of anyone that comes on his way, and Obiora wasn’t exceptional.

        Obiora was yet to make a friend since he found himself at the four walls of Spectrum University. And, coming across Anayo who he saw as a saint gave him an opportunity to mingle with someone he could address as his confidant on campus.

       After their stay at the café having exchanged all the needed pleasantries as well as contacts, they departed for their respective residents.

      Within a few days of their first meeting, they became best of friends. Those who knew Obiora too well especially his course mates became overwhelmingly astonished over his abrupt relationship with a dude who was regarded by all and sundry on campus as a ‘monster’. They couldn’t believe their sight; initially they were of the view that they were daydreaming till the friendship metamorphosed into a more obvious and inseparable union.

      While these scenes were unfolding, Obiora started declining in his academic performances due to the reluctant attention he was giving to his studies, which was totally contrary to his real self. In regard to this, his class adviser who had witnessed the drastic drop in his commitments confronted him having invited him to his office but Obiora lied to him that he had been sick and promised that he would improve soonest.

     After one month of coming across Anayo having been persuaded severely and severally, he made up his mind to join the Red Vulture confraternity. At this point, Obiora became a completely different creature socially, mentally, and otherwise. Little did his parents know that their beloved and only son had been transformed into something else.

      Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, the first armed robbery operation he embarked on in the company of the gang landed him into a big mess. The intended criminal operation, which was a night outing, was aborted by the police on their way to the proposed destination. Subsequently, they were charged to court while in the police net.

      On receiving the information, they were all expelled from the university.

      Obiora’s parents couldn’t believe their fate; the rough end was the least they could imagine from the onset. After one month of the ordeal, Chief Okeke had a stroke in which he remained in coma for the first six consecutive weeks. 

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