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Saturday, 19 January 2013
Fate? Whatever!
I don't recall the day exactly; neither the time nor place but I do remember how I felt. Looking into those eyes, I knew I would never forget them. Ever.
Is there really such a thing as destiny or fate, or are we simply delaying the inevitable trying to take control of our lives? It is disturbing to think that my life has been mapped out and all I have to do is play along. Surrender? Hmm, I don't know but decisions that I make, no matter how hard, are what I think is best for me and the situation at that moment.
Looking back is there anything I'd want to change? I'm tempted to say yes but if I did hanged anything I wouldn't know now what I should know. So whether I'm playing into the hands of destiny/fate or not I still revel in those moments, a kiss, the melt of chocolate in my mouth, a good movie or book, admiring beautiful art, even the scent of my shower gel! :D Everything can wait as I soak this all in. I can block out the voice reminding me that I need to rush to the next stop in the blueprint of my life.
I can't believe a pair of eyes got me thinking all this. Mscheeew!
Thursday, 17 January 2013
The Sting - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The next morning saw Sunday at home. The memories of what happened that night was still in his head but this time as though it was a dream, the thought haunted his mind throughout the night and the fact that he had no sleep was not helpful at all. It did not also help that the harmattan season was around the corner and the cold was just about setting in. No doubt bringing with it the melancholy that plagued him, he thought to himself.
They had drove him home that night in the car of one of the older members and when they arrived, some items were giving to him - a hand band, wristband and a very sharp knife. He looked at his sponsor who was beaming with pride when he asked what the knife was for.
“For protection brother” was the response he got.
Sunday looked puzzled. “Protection against what, Bear?”
Bear looked at him and smiled. “You are now one of US. You will wear our colors and our insignia will always be on your clothing. That means you will have a lot of enemies on the campus and outside it”
He continued. “But don’t worry, the fact that you are one of us is enough to drive off most people and the knife is for those who won’t budge”.
E…Err… Sunday sputtered.
“No errs” was the reply he got. “You now belong to the Skulls and you are one of us, just be bold like tonight and you will be okay”.
All through the night he had replayed the moment over again seeing the face of the guy he killed and thinking what if he was the one that was on that ground. Sleep did not come as every sound drove him more awake and alive than ever. This was not what his mum told him to do and yet here he was. A member of a frat!
He decided to skip the morning lectures but he had a test at 2:30pm he could not miss. He spent the larger part of the day sleeping in his room and ignoring several knocks by his neighbors checking on him as was their habit. At eleven he finally dragged himself out of bed, had a bath and made sure he put on clothes that would cover his back and chest to conceal the floggings he had received during the long process of initiation. Luckily, he did not have a girlfriend and so taking off his shirt was impossible. He just had to get through this day.
He had told his neighbors he would be spending some time with his friends on the school’s campus and told his campus friends he would be travelling home to see his mother back home. He could not even let them suspect a thing as that would be disastrous.
As he headed to school carrying his normal backpack a thought told him to carry the knife but the security at the gate carry out random searches within the school premises so he left it at home instead. He had the Green hand band on though, he was a member now and that means he can’t be harassed by anyone. People will also naturally assume that the band was an accessory to his dressing and won’t notice.
He arrived at the park and wanted to board the nearest bus he could find but there was a little rush which resulted in a scramble. In the process, someone stepped on his shoe in an attempt to get in and he let out a sharp hiss. The guy looked back and murmured a “sorry” when he noticed the hand band as Sunday bent down to wipe his shoe.
Another sorry came out of the guy’s lips, “I am so sorry, I did not know or see you”.
Sunday looked up surprised at the unusual barrage of apologies and noticed that the guy’s face was white and he waved off his apology impatiently.
“Never mind, it is just dust”.
“I was careless and I will pay your transport fare just to show how sorry I am”. The guy replied,
Sunday never got this kind of treatment before, most times people act like he did not exist and now this dude wants to pay for his transportation fare! No problem.
He pulled his ear piece from his pocket, plugged it into his phone and started playing some of his favorite songs, falling into a world of his own. He had not prepared for the test but he was not concerned. He had finished the material on the course and there was nothing he could not answer about the course.
He got off the bus right inside the school and true to his words; the guy paid his fare and did not even wait for a thank you. He shrugged it off and started the long 10 minute walk to his faculty where he spends all his time. In fact, he does not go elsewhere in school but there. The walk was longer than usual as the pain he had endured during the past days started coming back to him especially his back where he was hit by a steel pipe in order to test his strength.
This was going to be one hell of a day, Sunday thought to himself for the umpteenth time.
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The day went well considering, the test was done and he found it easier than he expected. The only difficult part was lying to his friends who asked about his mum and some who were asking for what he bought on the 5 hour journey. That was cool, his friends he could handle especially his best friend Tayo.
Tayo was one of those people who was born into a rich family but did not act like he has a penny to his name. He rejected going to a private school and also refused the car his dad got him when he was matriculated as he said he wanted to experience school like all the other students. Sunday shared everything with Tayo and until recently, he had no reason to lie or hide anything from him.
Tayo was the first to notice the band but he did not talk until they were alone on their way to the cafeteria.
“Nice hand band dude, where did you get it?”
Sunday had already rehearsed a story for that event and he was good at lying. Keep it short and simple.
“I got it from one of my cousins. I think it looks good”.
“Yeah it does but it also dangerous”. Tayo replied
Sunday feigned a puzzled look. “Dangerous?”
“Well only members of the Skulls wear stuff which are green around here and you know it. If one of them came around, you might get in a whole lot of trouble my friend”.
Sunday waved him off.
“They will probably ask for money or demand I remove it and I will, simple. “Come to think of it, is the school color not green? It shows that I am a true student of this school and I am proud of the school jorh”.
That was when he noticed that Tayo was smiling. The kind of smile when he about to do something extremely silly.
“Why in hell are you smiling?”
“That is because a beautiful woman is coming behind you”.
Sunday spun around in time to see Sandra coming towards them. She is Tayo’s girlfriend and they were very much in love. Beside her was her roommate, Anita, whom Sunday had tried to woo but the girl turned him down ruthlessly. Perhaps he was not skillful enough or she just did not like him because unlike Tayo, he could not afford expensive gifts or call long hours and such. He had ignored it and moved on but he always avoided her. No point letting her gloat over him.
He looked into his phone like he was late for something and was trying to leave when Sandra grabbed him and gave him a tight hug which made even Tayo frown.
“Hey, how can you hug him before me, and how come the hug was that tight?”
Sunday was still caught in the moment when Sandra kissed Tayo on the check.
“How are you boys?” she asked before turning to Sunday.
“How come you did not buy bread while coming? And you did not even call when you were with your mum?”
“I am sorry, I was real busy helping out with the shop and stuff and my cell phone battery was dead most of the time”
Sunday looked towards Anita and held out his hands. “How are you doing today beautiful?”
A frown showed up on Anita’s face.
“Beautiful?”
He saw an angle of attack and took it. “Well you are beautiful. One of the most beautiful girls I know”.
Anita who has had a lot of experience with guys was not moved and her response was as before, hurtful.
“Tayo can’t you just teach your friend how to woo and compliment a lady rightly? He is cute and all but those lines are just old”.
Right there and then, Sunday felt like dying. Sandra cut in with a smile.
“Just because you don’t like him does not mean another lady won’t find them attractive you know”
Anita in her usual blunt manner replied, “I doubt it”.
Sunday had a flash back of the previous night and right there imagined that Anita was the person he shot and a small smile appeared on his face. Tayo noticed it and asked as the girls moved past them and into the cafeteria.
“Why is your face lighting up?”
“I just remembered something that happened while at home with my cousins. Nothing important”
He had barely stepped into the cafeteria when his phone rang. It was his sponsor calling and Sunday wrestled with thoughts on whether to pick up the call.
(Mynd is a final year student of Mechanical Engineering at one of Nigeria's universities. When he's not busy being a nerd he spends his time writing, playing basketball, listening to music and laughing! You can reach him on mynd44@gmail.com)
Sunday, 13 January 2013
The IMSU Diary - 3
...Taking a peek...
The Library
Is there anything special about this place, apart from finding textbooks or handout to read? Some also go there to sleep. I, myself, me don't like going there but was passing by on a boring day so I decided to take a shot.
Just as I thought, the atmosphere dey make person sleep. It's very cool and noiseless. Well I don't blame the chic sha.... maybe it's been a hectic day for her...
- Chimezie
(to be continued)...
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
The Sting - Chapter 1
This post kicks off a short story by one of my favourite writers. I can't wait to finish this book! :D
Chapter 1
His
arms were sweaty, even in the mid night breeze. His throat was dry and it was
hurting. His outstretched hand felt like it carried more weight than he can handle
even with both hands. The moon was out, full and shining high up in the
cloudless night and even with that, he could not see properly.
His
vision was blurred, not by the blood clot that formed behind his head as a
result of a concussion he suffered when a blow was delivered to the back of his
head some days ago, but from the reality of what he was trying to do.
There
was a gust of cool wind and that was warmed up by the heat from the fire which
was burning less than 20 feet away from him. The fire they had started and
danced around throughout the better part of the night, a night that has led to
this one moment of truth where he was to prove his worth and show that he is
strong enough to be called a member and that he would not betray them.
Voices
all around him emitted words which, naturally, he should have been able to make
out but this was not the time, his mind was focused on just one thing which was
the task ahead of him. The advice given to him by his sponsor came to his mind.
“Just close your mind and try not to think of
it”.
That
was the only advice he got and if that would help him get through this test was
a mystery to him. He knew he could not fail this, at least not after going through
the whole torture they put him through.
He
had fainted and was revived, he had been beaten, locked in a coffin for three
days and he could take all that but right now, this final test was proving to
be the most dangerous and the most difficult of all the others.
“Remember the son of who you are”
His
mother’s words flashed in his head as the memory of his promise, to be in the
very best behavior in university, was being broken. In fact all his choices had
been wrong according to how his mum and society would view it but he has had to
do it to belong and associate in campus.
His
hands wrapped around a gun facing a badly beaten and bleeding student, whose
only crime had been his bad luck for being at the wrong place at the wrong
time. This student whom he did not know is now the final test for whether he
was fit to join the confraternity. He won’t survive this even if he decided to
‘chicken’ out and not pull the trigger. He had seen and heard too much to be
left and he would be killed by the senior members.
He
lifted his weary eyes off the victim and looked around the gathering in the
bush where the initiation was taking place and could make out their faces
watching him. He could not fail now as he would also be killed. A crazy idea
flashed in his head to turn the gun around and face them but he was inexperienced
in the use of a gun and even if he was, he was outnumbered and he doubted if he
had enough bullets.
They
all had the same anxious look. Expecting him to pull the trigger and become a
member. His sponsor as usual in the initiations was absent and he wished he was
here. Perhaps he would be able to say something or his face might read an
expression that will help him right now. He looked back at the victim and back
at the older members.
He
opened his mouth and words came out. “I
am sorry”.
In
unison they approached him. The one they call Butcher raising his automatic
rifle in the direction of the recruit was not about to waste time in doing what
should be done. The boy looked back at the victim on the ground, bit his lips,
closed his eyes and saw a bright light which suddenly went off. He opened his
eyes and saw the victim on the ground looking back directly into his eyes as he
tried to say something. The
night once filled with noise of insects and nocturnal life suddenly went still,
only interrupted by the smoke that bellowed from the gun’s mouthpiece.
Butcher
dropped the angle of his gun, his face expressionless as the wind blew in his
face. The smell of smoke from the wood which was burning mixed with that of gun
powder and blood. The Don rose from his chair and let out a smile.
“Sunday,
welcome to the brotherhood of the Skulls,
from today you will be called STING”.
Sunday
took his eyes from his first victim after watching him bleed to death as a
result of the bullets he shot into his head and chest. Still holding the gun,
he dropped his hand and turned his gaze towards the members and smiled.
“I
live to serve the brotherhood and for the rest of my life, I will serve it”.
The
wind was still blowing softly but this time, it carried death in it as someone
has been committed to the great beyond. In the darkness beyond the clearing,
the insects begun with their noises again oblivious to what just happened. Some
members came to drag the victim’s body away and dispose of it so it is not discovered
by the police.
The
group broke out in a song to welcome Sting into his new circle of friends.
(Mynd is a final year student of Mechanical Engineering at one of Nigeria's universities. When he's not busy being a nerd he spends his time writing, playing basketball, listening to music and laughing! You can reach him on mynd44@gmail.com)
Confessions
It isn't always easy to share the intimate part of your soul with another person. First, we are very lucky if we can find that person who would care enough to know and still love you regardless. Secondly, even if you do find that special someone - friend, lover, sibling - to make you care enough to want to share at all, can you share without holding back?
I think I have been honest 'enough' with my dear and near ones and there is almost nothing I can't talk about. In the light of this why is it still a struggle to get that one thing out? Why can I talk to a stranger about this one thing and not to the ones I love? Is it that I fear judgement or pity? I guess its because I might never see that stranger again, making it seem as if the burden has travelled far away never to return.
I have been brutally honest with you dear ones, but that was only because I know you so well and that we'll be as good as new in the end. If only I could say the same for everyone, because its only a matter of time till I lose some of you. The clock is ticking.
Dear ones, don't feel as though I don't or can't trust you, despite the countless things you share with me. Its just that I fear I may never forget once I've told you. Weird, right? Give me a little time and this burden of mine which you so want to share with me will be gladly offered.
I love you. You do know that, right? :)
Thursday, 3 January 2013
The IMSU Diary - 2
So I'm back to my gbeborun ;)
Hmm. This is where genius' are made, at least I thought so. This building is mostly used for exams but also used for lectures at times.
I guess you now understand my inadequacy to describe my feelings about this place. Hmm.
The building is for staff offices and administrative offices. So beautiful! This is where students get all their paperwork done. If you are caught with anything like a phone, expo (cheating in exams) etc.. You come here to fill an exam malpractice form which would fetch you either a suspension or expulsion. Beautiful! ;)
- Chimezie
(to be continued)...
Hmm. This is where genius' are made, at least I thought so. This building is mostly used for exams but also used for lectures at times.
I guess you now understand my inadequacy to describe my feelings about this place. Hmm.
The building is for staff offices and administrative offices. So beautiful! This is where students get all their paperwork done. If you are caught with anything like a phone, expo (cheating in exams) etc.. You come here to fill an exam malpractice form which would fetch you either a suspension or expulsion. Beautiful! ;)
- Chimezie
(to be continued)...
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Love For The Written Word
It's 2013!
I started off the New Year in divine company, good friends, good food, peaceful and relaxed. If this sets the tone for the rest of the year then I'll be in nirvana.
It is no secret I love books and reading. Nothing gets my pheromones activated as quickly as beautifully bound books with lovely words in its pages. I could live in a bookstore! In fact I plan on running one in my future and with the thoughts in my head its going to be off the chain! Uh huh!
With all the craziness of work, family, love and life, I need a break and it lies in the written word. Just thinking about it makes me swallow hehehe. Unfortunately, I don't get to read as often as I would love to so when I do the story has to be worth it.
I have found it is easier to stick with short stories so I will be reading them here on my blog. Stories from young local writers that I admire, stories that keep me entertained and view my life from a different, twisted angle.
If only people read more, the world would be such a happier place!
Love,
Candy
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