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IT IS NOT YET TIME

On the 23rd of July, 2004, in the city of Lubumbashi, Congo RD, my sports bike was having a little problem with its breaks. That very day, I was so reluctant to go out after the stressful day at school. After taking a nap, I decided to take the bike to my technician to put the breaks in order.

The breaks were put in order, together with other parts that needed little adjustment and repair. As I was about to mount on my bike, I received a phone call from a friend, asking me to come and play football with him and some of his friends in a football pitch close to his house. Even though I was tired, I was unable to resist the desire to go and play with them. I responded to him, telling him that I would be with them in a short while. I rode home, picked all my necessary sports materials and hurried up to join them.

There was a rail track across the road leading to my friend’s house and a market around there. Normally when trains were coming, there was always a horn very loud that could be heard a kilometre away from its source. To be sincere, I could not tell what came over me. I was on high speed, and a few metres away from me was the rail track. The train operator never honked the horn because I did not hear it and I never looked left or right to see if anything like a train was coming. Since I was already close, I thought I could cross before the train could arrive where I was. That was the first thought that came to my mind. In fear, I continued thinking that my breaks were still faulty. Out of reflex action, I held the two hand breaks. The tyres scrubbed the ground on a distance of about 300m and stopped. And right in front of me was the train moving on its normal speed. Passers-by were just looking at me with mouth and eyes wide open. I quietly came down, turned and head towards my house. It was really a miracle and was not yet time.

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THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

Narrate the worst day of your life as a student either in secondary school or university.

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mama africa

story story

OH MAMA AFRICA

– November 22, 2018

The soil of Africa has drunk enough blood of innocent people, all in the name of political and tribal wars. The story of Danladi was one of its ingredients. How I wish the story of my life could be rewritten and started afresh on a clean slate.

It was a loud scream that penetrated my ears and almost made me deaf. “Who are they? She asked herself. Danladi was totally lost and confused because it was dark. She ran towards the one and only window in the house to see what the problem was. He heard the ground vibrating like a battalion of soldiers marching on a parade ground. “Jesus!” She exclaimed. There and then, he knew that the worst was about to happen. “What is it Mama?” He asked his mother. He tried moving to the window to see for himself but she drew him from behind, holding the collar of his shirt like a fierce lion holding its prey. He was lucky to fall by the side of the bed. “Where do you think you are going?” She asked him.

She carried her big mortar and placed it on the door as if it would prevent one gaining entrance into their house. There were cries of sorrow and pain outside.

A few minutes later, three heavy knocks were heard on the door. “Open the door,” the angry voice said. Danladi could hear the sound of his heartbeats. He saw the way his mother was shivering in fear and confusion. She took and hid him inside her big box. He nearly suffocated and was tempted to come out but he had no choice than to remain there because the last order from her before closing the box was: “Don’t come out until I say the contrary!”

Danladi overheard how the door was forced opened. “Where is your husband? One of the men asked. “My husband is dead long ago!” The poor woman replied. “Okay, you don’t want to tell us where he is. Don’t worry, we will give you what we supposed to give him,” another different voice said.

“When you get there, send our greetings to him,” the voice said. “Please don’t kill me. If you kill me, who will looked after my son for me?” She cried aloud. “Oh! You even have a son. Where is he?”

Things were be thrown here and there, like one angrily searching for a missing item. They were searching for Danladi. Luckily for him, they never came close to the box where he was.

“Bullet finish her let us go, there is no time to waste” the voice said.

Later, the whole room was quiet. The sound of the gun vibrated the entire house. He decided to go against the order. He forced himself out, only to see his mother, lying on a pool of blood. Her hands were still shaking. As he moved close to her, she stretched her left hand and held him on his thigh. “Son I love you.” These were the last words Danladi heard from his mother before she gave up the ghost.

OH MAMA AFRICA YOUR CHILDREN ARE MOURNING

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OH MAMA AFRICA

The soil of Africa has drunk enough blood of innocent people, all in the name of political and tribal wars. The story of Danladi was one of its ingredients. How I wish the story of my life could be rewritten and started afresh on a clean slate. 
It was a loud scream that penetrated my ears and almost made me deaf. “Who are they? She asked herself. Danladi was totally lost and confused because it was dark. She ran towards the one and only window in the house to see what the problem was. He heard the ground vibrating like a battalion of soldiers marching on a parade ground. “Jesus!” She exclaimed. There and then, he knew that the worst was about to happen. “What is it Mama?” He asked his mother. He tried moving to the window to see for himself but she drew him from behind, holding the collar of his shirt like a fierce lion holding its prey. He was lucky to fall by the side of the bed. “Where do you think you are going?” She asked him. 
She carried her big mortar and placed it on the door as if it would prevent one gaining entrance into their house. There were cries of sorrow and pain outside.
A few minutes later, three heavy knocks were heard on the door. “Open the door,” the angry voice said. Danladi could hear the sound of his heartbeats. He saw the way his mother was shivering in fear and confusion. She took and hid him inside her big box. He nearly suffocated and was tempted to come out but he had no choice than to remain there because the last order from her before closing the box was: “Don’t come out until I say the contrary!”
Danladi overheard how the door was forced opened. “Where is your husband? One of the men asked. “My husband is dead long ago!” The poor woman replied. “Okay, you don’t want to tell us where he is. Don’t worry, we will give you what we supposed to give him,” another different voice said. 
“When you get there, send our greetings to him,” the voice said. “Please don’t kill me. If you kill me, who will looked after my son for me?” She cried aloud. “Oh! You even have a son. Where is he?” 
Things were be thrown here and there, like one angrily searching for a missing item. They were searching for Danladi. Luckily for him, they never came close to the box where he was.
 “Bullet finish her let us go, there is no time to waste” the voice said.
Later, the whole room was quiet. The sound of the gun vibrated the entire house. He decided to go against the order. He forced himself out, only to see his mother, lying on a pool of blood. Her hands were still shaking. As he moved close to her, she stretched her left hand and held him on his thigh. “Son I love you.” These were the last words Danladi heard from his mother before she gave up the ghost.
OH MAMA AFRICA YOUR CHILDREN ARE MOURNING

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Ije Uwa moooooo

THE PATH TO HAPPINESS AND FULFILLMENT
The harmattan was totally something else. The wind was dry and dusty. The poor woman came back with a plastic bag in her left hand. “Welcome Mama,” Tekwe said as he collected the bag from his mother. He was amazed at what he saw. He knew well that they had no domestic animals or ruminants around in the compound. “What is she going to do with these cassava leaves?” He asked himself but was unable to find an answer.
They all sat in front of two bowls. He opened the first bowls, lo and behold what Tekwe saw were the cassava leaves, cooked in the form of vegetable soup. There was total silent. Later, his sister Zima asked: “Mama, what happened? These are cassava leaves. They are meant for goats.” Tears were dripping down from their mother’s eyes. Tekwe was speechless. The poor woman started eating, with the thought that her children would join her but they could not. He took only three small lumps of the foufou and that was all for him, he could not continue. It seemed she ate the food either out of shame or hunger. “But Mama, what happened? Was there no vegetable in the market?” He asked her. “My son, for the past three months, your father has not sent any money to us. What should I do?” She said. There, he saw the shame, pain, and sorrow written all over her face.
Tekwe’s father was in another state in the eastern part of the province, where he was working. His job could hardly put a good meal on his table not to think of sustaining his family. Normally, he used to send money to his wife for feeding. At a point, the cash was not forthcoming.
It was already the third term in school, Tekwe was in his final year in primary school. Unable to pay his final exam fees, he was sent back home to get the fund. When he got home, he told his mother for formality sake, of which he knew already the answer because there was not even a penny in their house. The economic condition of his family made it cleared to him that he had concluded everything that had to do with school for his entire life. But deep in him, he kept hoping with an optimistic thought that he would make it to secondary school someday.
One fateful morning, after a friend of his told him about a construction site where workers were been hired on daily basis. He told his mother of his intention of going for such a job, in view of raising some cash for the family. She accepted in a sorrowful manner. 
When Tekwe came to the site, it was at about 7: 20 am, He saw no one. He took a brick and sat on it. Later, a man came. “Good morning Sir,” He greeted him. “Good morning my son, did you come to look for a job? He asked. “Yes Sir,” Tekwe replied. “You look too young; I hope you can bear the stress till the end of the work. You may work with me today” he said with a smile.
Tekwe was to carry some quantity of sharp sand with the help of a head pan from ground floor to third floor.  When he told Tekwe what to do, Tekwe said to himself: “Oh my God! Will I be able to bear it until the end? He calculated the number of times he would climb the steps, fear came over him. A few seconds later, he engaged himself.
The work went partially well that day. He fell four times on the steps with the head pan on his him. At home, he was as weak as a kitten. “How did it go? His mother asked. “It went well Mama,” he replied. The next day, when he woke up, he was unable to walk properly. His entire joints were paining him. He had to force himself because he wanted to realise his dream and happiness.
The second day, while working, in order not to feel the stress of the work to a large extent, he was singing and put on a joyful mood. The man he was working with was delighted the way he was singing. “Young boy, are you a chorister?” He asked him. “No,” Tekwe replied. “You sing like one,” he said. “Thank you, Sir,” he  replied. After they finished for the day, one of the engineers called Tekwe. “I liked the way you worked today. You were working with zeal and passion,” he said to him. Tekwe was shy to look at him. “Well, will you come tomorrow?” He asked him. “Yes sir, I will,” he replied. He was about leaving when the engineer put his hand in Tekwe’s pocket, removed it fast and left immediately. A few metres away from the construction site, he stopped, dipped his right hand into his pocket. Lo and behold, it was money. He was on cloud nine.
When he gave the cash together with his daily pay to his mother after he arrived home, she was perplexed. “Who gave you this cash?” She asked in amazement. “Somebody gave it to me where I was working,” he replied. “Why?” She asked again. “Hmmm, I do not know. I think he was highly impressed the way I was working and decided to appreciate my effort,” he retorted. Her mood from that day changed positively. She was excited.
Life from that day was a bit good for them. From that cash, his mother was able to be putting something reasonable on the table for them to eat. He continued working on that same construction site till the completion of the entire building. This lasted for about two months.
The last day of his work on that site, he came very early. Fortunately, he met the engineer that gave him money the other time, together with some men who were offloading a trailer loaded with rods and other building materials. The work that day was tedious. He could not tell how he managed to finish it. When they all gathered to receive their wages, he was asked to wait behind by a young man that he rarely saw in the site. At first, he was tensed, but after much thought, he became calm. When almost everybody had left, he looked at Tekwe and said: “Small Boy, you were really hard working. I so much admired your ability and strength. “Do you go to school?” He asked him. “Yes. I was.” Tekwe retoted. “Which class are you? He asked him. “I was in primary five but presently, I am no longer going to school,” he replied. “Why did you stop?” He asked in astonishment. Tekwe was silent. He came close to him and tapped him on his shoulder three times saying: “You were very hard working. You worked with happiness and passion despite the tedious nature of the job. “Could you take me to your house? I would like to see your parents,” he asked Tekwe. Both entered a car and they drove off.
His mother was surprised of the visit. That very day gave a light to the darkness in Tekwe’s dream of going to secondary school. After listening to his mother as she narrated her ordeals, their guest willingly accepted to offer financial help to Tekwe’s studies in secondary school from A to Z. Their guest gave his mother some words of encouragement and departed.
THE END
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Life is all about service

I NEVER KNEW
           
For years, he has been jobless after studies. One fateful morning he received a text message for a job, something he has been longing for years. On the appointed day of the interview, John set off for the journey.

          He bought his ticket and boarded a bus. After some kilometres, arriving at a particular spot, the driver had to drive slowly due to pot holes around. Suddenly a loud sound was heard behind the bus. What happened? The two back tires bust. John knowing full well that time was not with him took an alternative. He boarded a car that would take him out from were they were to a place where he could find a better means of continuing his journey. The car drove for about 20km and halted. There John finally boarded another bus for his final destination.

          While on his way, the thought of not meeting up with the job interview preoccupied him for time was almost against him. The bus he boarded broke down on their way in an isolated zone, and this time around, it was the car engine. Immediately John inquired and was told that his destination was about 7km from where they were. He decided to trek it. He kept walking and sometimes jogged. Just at the entrance of a town, he saw a man whose car had broken down and stranded. He walked close to him without giving it a second thought. He asked him: “Sir can I help you?” He had a flat tire and John helped put everything in order. The man asked him where he was going. John replied politely to him without any sign of regret for spending his precious time helping him. He finally took John to his destination. But unfortunately for John, on his arrival, the job interview has ended.

          John was bemused. Where he was standing helplessly the man who brought him came close to him, took him by his left hand and walked inside a section of the company. They both came into an office where a young man was working on a desktop computer. Immediately the young man saw them, he stood up and greeted them. There At that point, John came to realise that the man whom he helped along the way while coming was the chief executive officer of the company he applied for job. Right there the job was given to him without interview. “I never knew I could make it,” he said. THE END