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The sun had just set, allowing clouds cover it's shine and slowly giving way for the creeping darkness as the crepuscular sky of twilight began to fade away. As owls hooted, crickets leap in the grasses, chirping wildly. In the sandy path between two patches of grass, a young man walked dejectedly dragging a travelling bag behind him and walking tentatively like one hesitant to face an inescapable fate.
He rubbed his face with his hands as thought began to run wildly through his mind. He kept thinking 'I shouldn't have done this' and 'I shouldn't have done that'. How in the world had he let himself and his parents down. His family had been counting on him to become a successful Medical Doctor who would change the fate of the family but instead he and his friends had been caught with drugs, arrested bailed and the expelled from school.
Till now, he couldn't really understand nor explain what process had caused his descent from piety to lasciviousness. Peer pressure or pure stupidity. Either way, he was now done for. His Dad would kill him, his mum would cry. They had warned him enough after all. They had warned him. Warned him of the evil aftermath of bad company. Something about how bad company corrupts good manners. Yes, he remembered, 'Evil communication corrupts good manners'. But he had turned a deaf hear to their warnings and wild appeals. He had sown the seed of corruption and would now reap of the fruits of this evil blossoming tree.
Full of regret as he reminisced and oblivious of the road he was currently threading upon, Obinna just kept blindly walking forward, the travelling box still scraping the floor behind him. He was no longer responsible for walking, it seemed that his boots were doing all the work for him as his legs felt dead. How would he explain what had happened to his parent. What would be their first reaction? How would he spend the rest of his life? The words of the Registrar began to ring in his head.
It kept echoing louder and louder but It was all in his head and blocking his ears would do no good, yet he raised his hands to his ears and blocked them, letting his travelling bag fall to the ground and hoping. Hoping that he would be able to shield the voices out of his head but he couldn't. They only got louder and louder. He was a fool. Yes, he was a fool.
He stood there, shielding his ears and screaming. Despite the screeching sound and blaring horns of the of the silver-coloured Honda whose brakes had failed, he stood there riveted to a point and lost in thoughts as the car slammed into him, throwing him off his feet. Immediately, he landed with a thud on the grass at the side of the road, a twig pierced through his side but he was too numb to feel the pain as blood game oozing and gushing out from the wound.
Barely able to see anything through his now bleary eyes, he looked up and saw the sky looking all blurry. Slowly, he blinked and smile. Perhaps mother nature had chosen to grant him his wish and prevent him from having to face his parents. His ears tingled as a flock of birds flew in a flury past his line of vision. He blinked twice as his life flashed before his eyes and after that it all became dark. The grim reapers were coming to claim his soul but then he heard his name.
'Obinna! Obinna!'
Obinna stood up from the bed and headed out to answer his mother.
Waooooooo!!thanks for the write up...i get motivated and challenged whenever i read any of your write up....weldone @tojukaka...kudos
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Obinna what a bad dream you had. I love the way you write...