Travails Of Oluwole

 Tunde bought a lot of toys for Wole as a young lad. He wanted to use his wealth to ensure that his dear son was very comfortable. He felt that comfort was the best way he could share his love, especially since his birth mother was not there to give it to him. Few years into their marriage, Kate began to grow and nurture hatred towards Wole. She felt Tunde showed him so much love and care and she became very bitter towards Wole; such that even his mere presence irritated her. She became so jealous of Wole because she wanted all of Tunde’s attention to herself. She never really married Tunde out of love. She married him because of his fat wallet. More so, he was ri

 When Kate had come to pick Wole up from school, his teachers made several complaints to her. She casted a nasty look at Wole and his tears began to flow again. Wole knew that now that his father was paralyzed, Kate would deal with him mercilessly and there would be nothing his father can do about it. “Why were you sleeping while your teachers were teaching today, Wole?” Kate asked.  “I-I-I-I…” Wole stammered.  

 When Wole woke up, he could neither find Kate nor the car. He was lost. All four cardinal points around him was covered with thick vegetation and was pitch black. Some many questions ran through his poor mind. It was far into the night and he had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. The several bites and perches of mosquitoes on his arms and legs only heightened his confusion and agitation. Bad thoughts began to run through his mind. “What if this isn’t a mistake?”

 “I would ask you again for the last time boy. What is your name?”  “First tell me yours,” Wole said. “You tell me your name and I’d tell you mine”  Wole knew that the man was not a Nigerian. His skin had a far lighter tone compared to those he sees every day in school, church and in his neighborhood. He looked like one of those actors in the action movies daddy usually watches. He put his hands into his pockets and surprisingly found the picture of him and his dad

 Wole spent the remaining part of the week crying in his luxurious room. Now that his father was gone, the thought of going back home was far from him. Home without his father would be nightmare. The people that killed his father probably also sought to kill him too. He therefore decided to stay with Charles. He needed him now more than ever. He had nowhere else to go. The love and care Charles had shown him since he arrived was far preferred to that which he would receive back home.  “I love you dad