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SHORT STORY: DIARY OF A PARTY RIDER (PART 2)
We are struggling young boys but that wasn’t how we started. Our mother’s death turned the tide against us. She was a successful cocoa trader, not-too-beautiful but strong, slightly educated but affluent, prayerful and more prosperous than our father. I wonder why she had to marry that kind of man; lazy, women-fond, selfish and insatiable, lateron we learnt age was not on her side when he met him. She sponsored every single thing that made its way into the house, every single thing, except Bisade, Kemi and I’s making.
Ajike was not a troublemaker, she wasn’t the speechy type. She worked in silence and God rewarded her openly. We flaunted the latest gear, we attended the best school in town, she always had our back. Everything changed on that fateful morning she slipped while trying to run away from her father who wanted to beat her. We were just 15, 13 and 10 when she died, it was last year.
Needless to say her death ended so many beautiful things. We knew our father would never continue paying for our lavish school fees but he could have at least enrolled us in a run-of-the mill school. Never! education became a forbidden topic.
Succumbing to the idea of apprenticeship was harder than Chinese algebra, we cried River Jordan out of our faces that night. It took Kemi a long while to understand the ropes of hairdressing. Ajike’s Kemi whose lead in class fetched many plaques and more shopping spree had to be stooped that low.
Bisade settled down to tailoring and learnt fast. No steady income but he managed stipends from mending torn shirts, his boss was that magnanimous. My mechanic job provided next to nothing. The only thing i learnt pretty well after months of hard training was identifying equipment, forget the rest, i fumbled at them effortlessly, my mind was never in it and so i had to quit.
The money i get daily from carrying pans of mixed cement at the construction site near my street and barrow pushing was more than a life saver. I managed to save some money for Kemi’s school fees, we withdrew her from learning hairdressing after she came back one night with a swollen face. She ill-treated a customer’s hair and got her face stamped.
Hunger was no strange tune in the house. Our step-mother who we had looked up to to snuff the deadly tune out of our lives helped in increasing it. Useless woman, she was the first to notify our father of my untimely exit at the workshop. She can’t pull through barreness i swear.
There was mostly nothing to eat at home, our father was never moved by our pale faces. Aunty Yetunde, our step-mother throws her awkward plump body infront of the stove when cooking, when she’s done she takes the whole pot inside and minutes later you hear them laughing like idiots.
She comes out shortly after and dumps plates bearing thoroughly sucked-out bones and stained lumps of eba into the sink for who else but me to wash. May God just judge my father and that childless cargo too. How can a father hate his children that much. Or is he under a spell?
When Jibola, Bisade’s apprentice colleague brought what you people call Mogbo moya business to us. It didn’t take long to sink in. As God would have it, we found an event centre close to our house, thankfully it was ever busy on saturdays. That erased the transport fare challenge.
We stroll in as guests of whatever party was going on. We do weddings, strictly weddings because other ceremonies might find us out and we are always smart enough to look out for wedding programmes and cram the name of the couple incase any shit happens. Nobody will even find us out by God’s Grace. And those cheap ankara clothes always help in raising our value.
Forget it, we look neat in them even though they never match the regular aso-ebi. But chiefly, the food we eat every saturday sustains us till the following morning, once in a while we manage to get some take-away, and that lasts us for 2days.
I met Aunty Yetunde gobbling the asaro i brought for Kemi one evening. Anger brewed in me. The invectives i didn’t use on her have probably not been coined, it was great joy to see her bow in shame. It wasn’t only the words that made me happiest, but the perfect opportunity it gave me to unleash all the venom she and my father had planted in us.
She dragged her feet away, looking like a forgiven thief. That night, I waited for my father’s roaring voice but it never came, she didn’t have the nerves to report herself. Now you know everything about us.
SHORT STORY: DIARY OF A PARTY RIDER
My ept at boycotting church services, surpassing hordes of guests to locate my choicest seat should be rewarded. That’s if somebody’s watching. I’m the second person in this massive cold hall and this is my fourth wedding in the month.
Glad I’m a part of their success, whether you believe it or not, wedding guests are to a large extent part of any wedding ceremony success. Who else would you indirectly command to leave their homes to come sing, clap, stand, sit, smile for you? And then we do all that without treating our bellies? No way! Where is it done? Don’t forget ‘only inner strength can energise you adequately’
I claimed a clothed chair, releasing the weakness i had garnered from climbing the staircase on it. I’ve been doing this for not-too-long and have observed the pros and cons of receptions. Perfect and strategic is a little too safe to describe this particular location.
The food servers are within my reach. In situations like this, the tone of their faces shouldn’t distract you from reaching your mealy goal. Your presence here cost some bucks too; the aso-ebi and tfare, you know. Some giant, slim, plump and tall women are streaming in.
I’m used to their map-like heady shelters, the one they call headgears. That’s one of the things women do so well. Tying headgears and gracing parties, some deem it necessary to have their hands tipped with souvenirs like washing bowls, jotter, detergents and whatever they didn’t come to the occassion with.
You shouldn’t try and get into the way of those who couldn’t scamper for the stickered items and had to leave with their hands found wanting, their ballooned faces could invite thunder and brimstone. But I don’t set my mind on such, the dishes are the strong points and infact the main deal.
Going by the spirals of decoration hovering above our heads, the couple’s magnificient seat, the facade of the event centre, today’s ‘client’ is going to do us well. But Bisade, my partner in festivity is the only odd thing here. We run things together.
He had to stay off to attend to a customer, i miss our little chat. Call us Abolonjeun ku, Mogbomoya, do we really give a ear? Has hunger served all those running their mouths like spoilt taps, abusing us for coming to grace people’s parties every weekend well? Do they even know our story? No,right? Then may their rants never relent. Maybe i should even tell you a little about us, probably you’ll help judge those giving umbrage to us.
(To be continued tomorrow)
COBHAMS ASUQUO, EBEN, OTHERS TO GRACE NITE OF WORSHIP 2012
The event which promises to be exciting and awe-inspiring is scheduled to take place at Ejigbo Mini Stadium, Ejigbo, Lagos, the aim of the event is to worship and reverence God for his faithfulness in our lives and in our country.
Pastor Joseph Adebamowo, facilitator of the interdenominational event, affirms that the Nite of Worship 2012 would welcome heaven on earth.
"We expect that God will shake Ejigbo that night with great manifestation of his power in the atmosphere of worship". He declared. Ministering In Word will be Pastor Seun Aderibigbe.
For more enquiries or directions to venue, visit the events page or call Mike on 08063088492.
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RIHANNA'S 'UNAPOLOGETIC' NEW ALBUM COVER ART
BEHIND-THE-SCENE PHOTOS OF EME'S SU MO MI VIDEO
Less than two months after they released series of wave-making videos, the Banky W-led EME crew have shot the fourth consecutive video off their first ever compilation album 'Empire State of Mind'.
The song titled 'Su mo mi' features Banky W, Skales and Shaydee as well as Niyola and DJ Exclusive. It was shot by prolific cinematographer, Clarence Peters who shot their first video – 'Baddest boy'.
VIDEO PREMIERE- 5 YEAR-OLD OZZYBOSCO FEAT LAMBOGHINNY, 'SUPER STAR'
Produced by Yemi Sax and directed by JCC Skillz. With the release of the video, the talented, energetic 5year-old kid on block who made his entry into the music industy in November 2011 will woo more fans.
The Wonderkid who also acts, dances and plays instruments has carved a niche for himself in the entertainment Industry and still has lots to offer.
YouTube Link: http://youtu.be/-yglc5XqQNE
Read everything you need to know about Ozzybosco here
http://loladeville.blogspot.com/2012/05/five-year-old-kid-flexes-music-muscles.html
WAYNEY ROONEY REPLACES STEVEN GERRARD AS ENGLAND CAPTAIN
Reacting to the honour, 26 year-old Rooney, who captained the team once in 2009 said, "It's a big challenge for myself, I'm really looking forward to it and excited, and hopefully we can cap the day off with a good victory."
WHITNEY HOUSTON'S DAUGHTER ANNOUNCES ENGAGEMENT TO NICK GORDON
22 year-old Nick, who was adopted by the late diva has lived with the Houstons for over ten years, he became close to Bobbi after Whitney's death. Two months ago, she got a ring from Nick, dismissing engagement rumours. Well, there seems to be a change in plan, 19year-old Bobbi has announced their engagement.
The Houstons are shocked, infact Gary Houston, Whitney' brother who disapproves their relationship told Nick, "No one knew that from a godson you would turn into a boyfriend. No one knew that.'
But Lovergirl Bobbi is determined to see this work, her family just has to understand. "They want to see us fail. We won't. They want us to fail. We won't!' She defended.