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STORY: IN THE LAND OF RUGGED MEN (EPISODE ONE)

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a strict work of fiction that emanated from the imagination of the author. Any real life names, institutions, city or personalities used is not a direct or indirect effort to paint an express image of such person and any resemblance is a fictional coincidence.


Note: All cult names and proceeds used are also imaginary and does not point to any cult or cults.

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IN THE LAND OF RUGGED MEN


EPISODE ONE


“`Once upon a time in the land of the rugged men when the lands were too hot for a bare footed man to trend upon. It was the time where those that lit the fire of gyration never lived to dance round them. The time where classes filled to the brin suddenly becomes desolate and streets being toured suddenly looks like Jerusalem during the times where Lamentations were written in the tablets of remembrance.
It was in those days that undergraduate never graduated, and widowed mother weeps over their wards. A time where raping reigns like the Pharaoh of Egypt and bullets falls like the droplets hails touching roofs and piercing men.
It was in these times that the history of a family was rewritten. Destinies were aborted and hopes were shattered.

It all started on when the family of Orua lost it bread winner to a three months long ailment that was as a result of a ghastly accident that claimed the life of everyone on both vehicles and left Mr. Orua seriously injured with loads of fractured bones and strained muscles not to mention burnt skin.
The doctors had told Mrs. Orua that the man was not going to survive but her faith and love also the fear of loosing her husband pushed her on to spend even the last naira note in her account alongside those her husband could endorse from his own account while on his sick bed. But after all said and done. He died after three months.

It was indeed a big blow to the family. As the sole bread winner it meant zero income for the family. It was a family of four the parents and a set of twins Freedom and Faith. Freedom the male was just few minutes earlier than Faith the female. It was a Christian family of the Jehovah’s Witnesses congregation. All rites and ceremonial activities were concluded in a hurry back there in the village and they returned back to the Garden City of Port-Harcourt. Within weeks Mrs. Orua had to pull herself together to face the realities of the high cost of living in the Garden City.

She had loaned out some five hundred thousand naira to a friend and she didn’t hesitate in paying back when she demanded for it as she was aware of her challenges.

Mrs. Orua dove into bread supply business and upon that rock the family pushed behind the everyday needs that life posses. It was not long before the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board(JAMB) made a call for eligible students whom are interested in securing admission into any of the Nigeria tertiary institutions to enroll for it examination. Faith had done excellently in her SSCE as well as Freedom which made both qualified for the JAMB enrollment but the finances are saying otherwise.
“Freedom. Faith,” Mrs. Orua started. “You see my children the tides have changed against our ship and all we are doing is not to allow it tear us apart. Notwithstanding, we still have to chase our dreams and goals. But you see.” She paused and looked keenly interested their eyes.
“We all know this is Port Harcourt and surviving here is the most difficult task as far as you are not on anyone’s payrolls. So my children the bread business I’m into has not grown strength enough to shoulder both of you in the higher institution. I suggest one goes and the other help me in the supply till next year so as we could improve our reach and gain more supply grounds and subsequently more money. So bikonu you people should go and think, then agree on whom to go first. Biko understand my plight.”


Silence bought the air for a few minutes as everyone seemed to have backed off and fallen into the wells of their thoughts considering odds and possible reactions. In no time faith spoke up.


“Mum. Bro. It no point contemplating we all know what is best for us all and this family. And that is allowing Fred here to go. He is a man if he graduates first it will be of an advantage to us all and also he is the elder,” she said confidently without blinking and looking at Freedom and their mother.
After a brief seconds silence Mrs. Orua their mother spoke up and said. You have said well my daughter. May God bless you and continue to give us this strong love for each other. The family now settled for the dinner that was oozing out strong aroma from it courtesy of Mrs. Orua’s cooking prowess that her daughter have bought deeply into.
“Mum. This food is delicious,” Freedom said amidst chewing.
“See this foodie. Oya now bow to the goddess of good food,” Faith Said and laughed hard.
“Oya. It have do. It enough before somebody will laugh out pepper from his nose.
That was all the dining room needed to return to a dead silent room aside from the humming from any of them when they got a special bite from the delicacy.
The exam came and it went by without glitch for Freedom. His medicine and surgery dreams were still on course and the Post UTME came and drove by without jamming him. It wasn’t long before he found himself as a fresh student of the University of Port Harcourt. But if only he new what lies ahead. He would rather be a street errand boy.“`

Episode 2 drops tomorrow!!!!

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