MY FATHER’S WIFE…..(18+)…..Part 32

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“I was born and brought up in the remote
ghetto of this enugu.
I was the the first child in a family of two
kids”.
My head was resting in my hands, eyes
transfixed on Amanda as she relayed her
story to me.
Her eyes had lost it’s usual spark and now
wore a blank look but still bore a dim glow
and she continued.
“the second child was okechukwu. My
father was a retired civil servant and he
took to carpentry after he retired to help
meet ends need.
My mother was a petty trader who had a
small stall in front of our yard.
I was in senior secondary school one
(S.S.1) while okechukwu was in Junior
secondary two(J.S.S.2).
my father slipped into a very severe
drinking habbit, always spending the
greater percent of the day in a local gin bar,
coming home each night dead drunk.
I had no hope of entering into the university
if i happen to finish my secondary
education due to my father’s inability to
meet up even money for food talk more of
paying my tuition for university.
A year later, okechukwu fell sick and was
rushed to the hospital.
the doctor refused to operate on him
unless we come up with an initial deposit of
a #100,000.
My mother desperately ran around, selling
everything that could fetch even the least
triple figured digit.
All her wrappers, jewelries and anything
she could spare.
My father also borrowed from his friends
and relations but okechukwu died a week
later after the surgery due to unknown
complications.
It was a devastating blow to our family, my
father’s drunk habit intensified.
He now spent over time drinking and
chasing after women.
My mother and i tried kept doing all we
could to sustain the family. i took work
anywhere i could find it, even serving
mason.
My father died 2years after okechukwu due
to heart failure. then i was through with my
secondary education. Life became a hidden
hell for i and my mother.
Being the only two survivors of our family,
mother was traumatized by the death of
both okechukwu and my father.
Being a very beautiful girl, men trooped to
our house to ask for my hands in marriage.
“Mother always maintained i was too
young for marriage” but i on the other
hand had vowed within me to change the
situation of my family and none of those
men, met up with what i had in mind.
I started making moi-moi, taking them to
I.M.T to sell, which coincidentally was the
same school you started your tertiary
education” She forced out a light chuckle.
I smiled hard with a loud sigh.
“Yes go on” I said looking blankly into her
face.
and she continued.
“That was where i met sharon, She was a
student in the school.
She saw me when she came to the spot i
stayed while i sold my moi-moi, she came
with a friend who wanted to buy moi-moi.
She started up a discussion with me,
established a friendly bond between us and
i told her my story.
She said she would help me.
Sharon’s aura oozed of money and
comfortability.

she told me she was the one seeing herself
through her tertiary education.
I envied her achievements, a girl of not up
to 21 comfortably shouldering the
responsibility for her education. i resolved
within me to do all i can to finish my
education.
With Sharon’s help i got admission into
I.M.T, and sharon introduced me to the
world of runs.
She got deals for me all around the nation,
and we often went together.
The pay was good and i was able to pay
for my school fees without a hitch,
upgraded my mother’s standard of living.
But within me i wasn’t comfortable with the
job, i just did what i thought i had to do to
survive.
I met your dad during my final year, sharon
too got me the deal. he was very good to
me and he was the one that stopped me
from being a runs girl, he placed me on an
allowance and took care of my school bills.
He had told me about his late wife and his
about you and Jessy. It somehow reminded
me of my own family.
A year later after i finished with my
National Youth service. He proposed to me
and i accepted.
I convinced my mother and she too
consented, and that was how i came to
your family”.
My face blanked out, my throat locked that
no words could escape.
Amanda became noticeably very quiet, her
face tilted to the floor mopping at nothing i
could really place.
“Mr Johny, Your father has regained
consciousness” I had a strong baritone
voice ring out jolting me out of the chasm
the story created in my mind.
Turning my gaze to the direction of the
voice, the doctor stood with an oversized
lab coat.
He was a short stout man probably in his
late 50’s.
The situation registered back in my mind.
Papa have been unconscious for 3days
now, but he’s finally awake.

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