FATE (The story of an African boy)

  Bisi got up before dawn and put her things together in readiness for her usual morning hawk. It’s a routine she does every morning to hawk pepper and tomatoes in the university lodges. Her parent’s house is in the village two kilometers to the university. Bisi had to wake up early and trekked all the way to the university to sell her goods.   Bisi is the only daughter of her parent’s pa and ma Adebanjo. She’s a secondary school graduate whose parents were too poor to send her to further her education. Bisi being an intelligent girl made up her mind to go the university.   She did all manner of businesses from hawking tomatoes and pepper to selling yams and groundnuts. She hawks in the morning and go to her stall in the afternoon. Her stall was next to her mother’s in the village market.  With that, Bisi had saved enough money to send herself to the university. She was going to take the Jamb form that year to enable her gain admiss

  When she saw the child was breathing, the private Nurse who helped her with the delivery asked if she should inject the child dead but she had refused. Her sins were already too great and don’t want to make it unpardonable by been cold-blooded.  Desmond had hired and paid the Nurse to do a clean job and the Nurse insisted that Desmond must not know or hear that the child was still alive. But she swore to her to discard the baby this way, only then did the Nurse agreed.  But now, this nossy Pisi had seen and caught her right at the wrist and how is she going to escape the criticism? She had to be strong and stilled her heart.  “What else can I do Pisi, tell me? You don’t know why I did what I did nor can you understand the reason behind my action. Would you have preferred I twisted the baby’s neck and kill him or leave him the way I just did? Amaka asked with a voice of helplessness.  “You have a

  The baby ended up staying in the hospital for a month and two weeks. Bisi spent all her savings and borrowed more money to make up the hospital bills and expenses. She couldn’t hawk during that period. Her business went down the drain.  Her parents initially blamed her and called her a curious cat. Why didn’t she just pass by without poking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Her mother scolded her and yelled at her that she had always been telling her that her curiosity will one day lead her into trouble. And here is what she had brought on herself.   But then, Bisi pleaded with them to accept the baby as a gift from God since they do not have another child beside her. But after some time, they calmed down and accept the baby and Bisi’s mother took him like her own son. But problem arosed when Bosun told Bisi to take the child to the orphanage home. He insisted that Bisi should choose between him and the 'Omale' (bastard) she picked up.

 Omoloju was finally leaving for Port-Harcourt the next morning. He’s parents had given him some items to go along with like his food and some few new cloths. He was going to school on scholarship, but he had to care about other social amenities himself. To raise money for his accommodation, clothing and pocket money, his father had to sell his only piece of land. Though it was difficult, his parents made sure they supported him. He was going to study medicine and in the nearest future, their son would become a medical doctor. He had slowed how responsible he would be when he usually delivers his salary as a mechanic to his parents. His sibling wore long faces. They were happy for their big brother but they were going to miss him dearly. He loved and cared so much for them but they can’t stop him from pursuing a brighter future.  “Omoloju my son, huh (his father breathed heavily) we are happy you are treading on the path of your destiny.

 Omoloju’s eyes brightened up. He needed help right now and will be more than willing to accept an offer. But before he could answer, he heard Miss sensible talking to him. “Hey, my name is Anita. I can help you locate the person whom you tried calling” she smiled at him. She would have left already, but lingered around this guy to help him find his way. She can’t leave him to be guided by the likes of June. Omoloju was in a halt. Here are two ladies willing to help him out. He stared at Anita and glance at the suddenly sullen Juliet. One seemed to have a pure motive to help while the other looked like having an ulterior motive. Anita looked innocent and sweet but Juliet appeared like a rascal, a gang star. He made up his mind quickly. “Thank you Juliet, I will like Anita to help me locate my friend. It’s better than just following you to your lodge. Anita sighed quietly. She’s pleased with this guy’s manner of handling things. Ra