Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30
Amaka did not return to Abuja after her
three months maternal leave, she resumed
at her Chambers in February 2000, there
were so many rumour about the year 2000
that we had to hold on and see whether the
world will end truly on one hand or if all
Computers and electronic devices
worldwide will become obsolete and useless
as it was rumoured with the millennium
bug.
The Office is at the top floor of Heritage
Super market Building at Upper Chime
Avenue New haven Enugu “Amaka Ojo
Solicitors” was conspicuously written and
hung from the third floor . The Chamber was
an instant success as all the Clients she had
handled for her father and for Gani
Chambers automatically became Amaka Ojo’s
Clients.
The Office was originally a four bed room
apartment but we partitioned it into
different sections for the Company use. Six
graduates were employed for marketing
and office administration and three young
Lawyers also as assistants. She reserved a
room from the flat for personal use because
of the Baby and for her rest.
She is currently heavy with my second Child.
The scan result showed that it is a male
child.
We also relocated in the year 2000 to a
rented Bungalow at Nwodo street New
Haven, it is fenced and we occupied the
whole building. Amaka’s niece moved in
with us and we enrolled her at in a private
secondary school not too far from the
house. I also sold my first Bike and bought a
brand new one. I built a poultry inside the
compound because it was very spacious. I
started with a thousand Chicks of Broilers
and a thousand of layers and after six
months, eight hundred layers that survived
started producing a minimum of forty crates
of fresh eggs daily, nine hundred Broilers
grew matured and we sold them off at
Christmas before replenishing the Stock. The
layers are replenished when they are
eighteen months old and by the time they
are twenty four months old, they are sold off
as old layers while their successors begin to
lay eggs. The business blossomed and I
wake up early daily and open the gate to
attend to women who had come to carry
the eggs booked for the previous day. I did
not need to go and canvass for buys, they
sought me.
My parents have also moved into their
private apartment at Nkwagu near Abakaliki
town, Ekundayo is five years old and had
two younger brothers. Baba Dayo called me
and reported mama to me, he said I should
talk her out of her idea of wanting more
Children after three, he also said mama had
forbade him from using Condoms on her. I
called mama and tried to make her see
reason but she bluntly refused, she said it is
only menopause that would stop her.
She claimed she had suffered a lot in the
past and it is now she is leaving her life
afresh so no one should stop her, after all
they can afford to take care of ten Children
now. I called Baba Dayo and told him that
we should pray that menopause takes its toll
on her since she was already above forty
five years of age but Baba Dayo expressed
fears that mama seems to be as fertile as a
teenager.
My Friend Ayo the Barber also graduated
from I.M.T and went for this national youth
service corps at Anambra state, he was
eventually posted to Girls secondary school
Unubi as a teacher, that is Amaka’s Village,
the school provided him with
accommodation but he chose to live in
Amaka’s fathers empty house. He said he
would have married from that town if not
for the fact that he was already engaged
with a girl they schooled together.
My performance at school was excellent; I
was aiming for a first class grade. I was still
the course representative till my final year, I
was advised to participate in the
departmental politics as I was a viable
candidate for the position of the
departmental president but I declined. My
hands were too full already.
An incident occurred in 2001 that made me
to stop riding Okada at night. It was a busy
Friday night and a young man in blue jeans
and black leather jacket had stopped me at
Rangers avenue, he said I should take him
to a hotel at Obiagwu. We agreed on the
fare and he climbed the bike. We had ridden
for about twenty minutes when we
approached a railway crossing and I had to
slow down to cross the rail but to my
surprise, the passenger grabbed my
shoulders from behind and pushed me off
my bike, as I was going down, I stretched
my hands backwards and pulled on his
jacket so we all went down together with
the bike. We started to wrestle on the
ground and instead of passersby to come to
my aid; they ran away from us while
oncoming cars that slowed down to cross
the rail line were cheering us on. They did
not know the duel was a matter of life and
death.
The man was on me with hands on my neck
squeezing life out of me. One of his fingers
strayed into my mouth and I chewed on it, I
heard the bone cracked and the criminal
screamed and released his grasp on my
neck, I rolled over and ran to the tools box
strapped to the side of my Bike, I opened it
and pulled out a fourteen inches long screw
driver, the thief charged at me and lifted me
off the ground with the intention of
slamming my head on the tarred road, that
was when I buried all the blade of the screw
driver into his neck behind the Collar bone,
he shouted, Ye! I pulled the blade and dug it
into his head twice before I fell on my back,
ye! I don die! He shouted; na wetin you take
shook me so? He screamed.
He held onto his neck as blood oozed out
from his neck and head. Ye! I don die! I don
die! He said as he ran blindly across the road
into the bush. I quickly lifted my bike up and
raced home to narrate my experience to my
wife. That was the night that I stopped
using my Bike for commercial purpose. I
focused on my poultry farm.
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