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Tuesday, 26 February 2008

AND so.. IT began.

Dad has ten kids, a total of five women, my mum, the last and the legal one. You see the rest of the women, call them concubines. The first had five boys, the second had a boy and a girl, the third had a boy, forth one a girl, and my mother had me.
As far as I can remember, mum was the only wife and the only one who lived in our house with all the kids. We grew up in a twin duplet with my dad and his twin brother who has eleven kids combined with my nine siblings.

It happened on a Sunday, dad was to go to his farm filled with animals of all kinds and aside from his farm he also had a sculpturing company he managed with his brother. My mum, sister and nephew were to go with him. I had just come for the holidays having always been in boarding school, I remember it was the Easter break. We set off to the farm an hour from home, I was thirteen. Getting there the state of the farm was a sight and dad was not happy, the grasses over grown with weed everywhere. Dad decided to take the job upon him to clear up the place because he was so angry the workers had not done their job. I, excited to do the job with dad joined in but dad said not to bother he would do it himself, his excuse; I was too young. Twenty minutes into the job, he started complaining of a headache and my mum told him to take a seat but he felt worse and we had to leave, he got cranky and started to argue with mum and whenever this happens I cry making this day no different. We got home watched the football match that was on and went to bed.

That was the last I saw of dad that day. I woke up the following morning to go see dad but the door was locked I went round the back to peek through his windows but saw no one except red stains all over dad’s white vest hanging on the door handle so I ran to my siblings to ask what had happened and if they had seen dad and mum but no one had.
Mum came home around mid-day to get dad a change of clothes apparently he had been coughing blood all night however unfortunately I couldn’t visit dad at the hospital because I was due to go back to boarding school.

It was on a bright Sunday after, day of good food in school, jollof rice and the rest. Yummy I was looking forward, skipping away to the dinner hall with friends a can of sardine in my hand, when someone ran up with news that my family was waiting for me at my guardian’s house, a surprise to me as I wasn’t expecting anybody so soon having barely just left home a week ago, I decided to think the worst. Getting to my guardian's house I saw her outside her door talking to one of my uncles and in the process wiping what I thought was tears off her eyes as I approach she composed herself like it was nothing. My uncle made me relieved by saying I was to go home for a thanksgiving for dad’s recovery, I was told to pack up my school uniform because I was coming back to school the following morning. Excited as I was, I gave the can of sardine I was holding to a friend.

In the car were two of my cousins, Remi whose school was thirty minutes away from mine and Tola her older sister. Remi told me she had seen Tola cut up a black string attached to her wrist when she was approaching, a traditional form of mourning. I thought to myself what I would do if dad were to be dead, I thought I would cry my eyes out but there was a voice that said to me I would have to take it as a man. The thought quickly left my head and suddenly I couldn’t wait to give dad a big fat huge happy for his recovery. The journey on the other hand was too artificial; too much to eat, too much to drink, extremely unusual coupled with an awkward atmosphere. We got closer to home and drove in high speed past dad’s sculpturing company, I found that very peculiar because I could see posters and dad being into politics my question was why dad was already contesting when he has just recovered. My mission was to take it up with him when I get home.

We got to the house and I could see some relatives I hadn’t seen in what seemed like forever standing on the balcony, I turned to Remi and told to her that we only see these relatives when there was a party going on, how come they never visit on a normal day?
I looked up towards the gate and on it was a huge obituary poster of my dad on the right and R.I.P written in bold on the left, just then Remi burst into tears, I; was in shock, Tola held me tight in tears but told me not to cry. We came out of the car; I went past the crying relatives and made my way straight into my mother’s room. She was dressed in black, all black. She gave me a big huge and whispered into my ears; don’t worry my son, God be with us.

It occurred to me then that dad was dead and every other thing added up. This seem to be the true start of my life, a passageway to the man I have become today.

N.B: This is neither fiction nor imaginary, it is the biography of a friend who is not into writing but have long wanted to share his experiences with the help of someone who would take up the assignment. Hence it being on my blog.
So in between my post, this might come up, just so you are aware. Hopefully I dont get carried away with writing his story.

37 finger tappings:

Zephi Fahrenheit said...

shit I am first..boy am I on a roll today...my blog stalking is finally paying.lol

wow what a story..how sad it must have been

Afrobabe said...

danggg almost made it.....had a feeling u had updated

Afrobabe said...

Very sad episode...but once again, this are the things that make us who we are today..

You learnt strenght at a very early stage....you are a strong man today...

Jaycee said...

Wow, the story was very well written. Excellent, at best. His passageway into becoming the man he is today.

Life, though cruel sometimes, tend to shapen us into the people we are. May his dad continue to rest in peace...

Be blessed!

guerreiranigeriana said...

wow...i wonder why the relative who went to pick him up said that he was coming home to celebrate his father's homecoming...what a way to set it up...sad indeed...

Afrobabe said...

Well, GN in nigeria they don't believe they should give you such bad news outside the home..especially while you are in school...

Lighty said...

@zephi... how sad really. and indeed ur blog stalk is mos def paying off. lol!

@afrobabe... they say if the game shakes u or breaks u it hopes to make u a better man. how u doin darling?

@jaycee... thank u 4 noticing, i thot since it is someelses' true story i av to write different, close 2 formal. not quite professional. amen to his dad resting in peace.

@guerr... so he doesnt cry the whole school out, that would be some scene dont u think? well afrobabe explained it better.
i hear u like my blog name, come over here, let me whisper it into ur ears, "lighty". lol!
by the way, wot does ur name mean?

@afrobabe... thx babe, u culdnt av explained it better.

darkelcee said...

very sad indeed.

But God has a way of keeping us and making us grow stronger

chicala said...

Its how we become stronger....... its jst sad when it happened. This definitely brings memories..:(..... Either way thank God for everything!

Pink-satin said...

well written!very sad indeed! i rem so many pple in high school who went home and came back with bad news

'Yar Mama said...

very sad story...

guerreiranigeriana said...

thanks afrobabe...i didn't know that...in fact, i don't even know if they would tell here in the us...by the grace of God i have not had to experience that...

@ lighty: uma mulher da nigeria que se pelejar nas guerras...uma mulher nigeriana da guerra...;)

Nyemoni said...

sad...sad...but i sense that he really took it as a man and is stronger for it....more blessings to him!

Ms. emmotions said...

challenges they say makes us stronger and now i guess its so true...

Lighty said...

@darkelcee... am on ur wagon on that one darling. God is our strenght.

@chicala... thats the most important thing to do, thank him all the way.

@pink-satin... thx 4 the compliment luv, the thing is i dont hear bad news except one of my high school mates dying just after high school, that was sadddddd.

@'yar mama... indeed.

@guerr... no no no no am not taking that from u. how da hell can u do that to me eyy? i dont understand a word that means, i suggest u come back here and explain urself young lady.
lol. honestly luv.

@nyemoni... oh yeah he did. i would say he pulled out interestingly. the guy's got some really interesting life.

@ms emotions... oh yeah its sooo true.

guerreiranigeriana said...

booooooo!!!...

...guerreira=female warrior...

...nigeriana=female nigerian...

Lighty said...

ha i see ummm! 'thinking hard' so ure a female warrior female nigerian?

no let me try again,
warrior female female nigerian.

i dont think so
female warrior nigerian female

ahhhh
nigerian female warrior: got it.
could that be it???

30+ said...

Such a sad story.

I was reading and wondering so Lighty has so many siblings e.t.c until I came to the end.

Anyway how are you?

Lighty said...

@30+... about lighty has so many sibling? lol! i dont think i can handle being amongst so many siblings at the same time it probably wuld be fun.

am doin good thank u. i believe all is well with u.

The Last King Of Scotland said...

lighty my darling. i have missed u

guerreiranigeriana said...

lol!!!...you got it!!!...

Lighty said...

@tlks... now hasnt it been a while? welcome backkkkkkk. ive missed u 2. hope u're alright.

@guerreiranigeriana... ah i thot so, yippeee! make dat my first lesson nigerian female warrior orite?
um could it be female nigerian warrior perchance?
anyway am off 2 ur blog to see wot uve got.

SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

This is sad, losing a loved one is just never easy. Why is it that Nigerians never just want to come out and say things about death? They will rather lie and twist the story because they think they are helping you. Oh well, let me put my own issues aside and hope your friends is okay, can't imagine that the pain of this loss will ever go away, but by God's grace, it will dull.



NIGERIAN CURIOSITY
IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE...

Queen of My Castle said...

Lightly!!!!!!!! Babes I've missed you!!!!! LOL

OMG...this was a heartwrenching tale, and as selfish as it sounds, I want to know how this event shaped the son's life.

Lighty said...

@solomonsdelle... i know shea??? i think they feel its better not to tell outside coz they dont want d world wondering wotz happened when u start causing a scene.

@queen... i knew some1 was missing from my spot. hope u great luv. best believe it shaped him well alright and i would be delivered with luv by me.
.

Baroque said...

hiyah Lighty, i'll be back to read & comment...my batt's dead

OluwaDee said...

Hopefuly u wnt get carried away.
Nicely written post.
I believe ur friend is 2day strengthend by d death of is father.

Lighty said...

@baroque... so where u come dey? oh well.

@oluwadee... he was strenghtend alright. he came well, we'll see how he comes out.

Ms. Catwalq said...

When a soul moves on....
I am guessing that there is more with the five wives and all those children....

cally-waffybabe said...
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kinky said...

@desperate lady- You are such a liar. I have just read your blog and am going to copy it and send it to cally. You think you can lie behind her becos you have uninvited her. Bitch half the people that read your blog are friends with her so quit lying. Why did you say you curse the person that gave her your number as if that is not the number she has always had for you and talked to you as confused child and unknown blogger? If you are not confused child and unknown blogger how come you always answered the phone and spoke to her. Maybe you would soon say that unknown blogger sold you her phone the way you lied that she is your cousin. Liar.
You are trying to convince people that cally called you to beg you. Bitch I saw her comments here when she asked afrobabe to delete the comments and that yall had sorted it out. She told me that she spoke to unaked and deleted her comments becos of him. Am so mad at her for doing that after what the ass kisser wrote here about her becos you promised him America.
So why are you lying that she called you and begged you? Or are you trying to convince people further that you are not confused child and unknown blogger. Bitch people don't buy it. They laugh behind your back asshole. Stop telling lies and get a life. And if you like uninvite me also. There are more people that have access to your blog that would spill the beans idiot.
Leave cally alone you idiot and stop talking about her child and hubby. Since it is hard for you to get either that you have to come online to desperately find one leave her alone. I know her very well and you are not in her class you thrashy drug pushing slot.

Lighty said...

@kitty... ummmm cant say, u'll just av to wait and see alright?

@kinky... one question; why is it that no matter what happens on blogville, oblivious as i may be it all some what finds its way to my blog?
its like blogville is adamant of the fact that i am totally not the quarrelsome type and i believe catfights to be distasteful.
am surprised as to why u didnt just write this on DL's blog.

honestly people, let this stop. and can somebody just let cally be? why must her neck be broken each time she visits blogville? am begining to wonder if people live normal lives beyond blogville. then again thatz my opinion. however whateva it may be, please keep it out my blog. please???

Isi said...

sad story...

how have u been?

SouLBoutiQue said...

Oh my gosh, Lighty this is a very sad story. However, thank you for sharing it with us. Great Write up and looking forward to sequels of this story......What happens to the other "wives" and children?

Lighty said...

@ isi ive been good, just trying to get by.

@soul boutique... its a pleasure, i look forward to writing them too.

Abbie said...

Threw me off with the mom and son comment, I was begining to think I was reading the blog of a tranny. lol

Great story.

Lighty said...

@abbie... are u silly??? wots such a tranny about the post? ohh coz u thot it was mi??? no love. this is a friend's story.

silly. lol!