07/02/2021
My real comfort
While growing up as a 90s kid, living in a very remote village, with little civilization I had this classmate called comfor (as in comfort it sounded more appealing that way). she was everything I wished for she was fair, excellent, tall, beautiful, and to add to it her father was well to do. she was different from us she never did house chores, not to talk of farming. everyday while trekking the long, nerve cracking miles to school, it was a hilly road there in crossriver state her dad would carry her on his bicycle, I and my sisters would run after them chanting "onyo ka'ra onyo ka'ra" (meaning city people). In class comfor was the most brilliant student she was always bagging with first position while I was struggling not to repeat, they'll always make fun of my results that I nearly owed the school ten Kobo, I was dull.
On October 1982 I left crossriver state and joined my senior sister in kaduna, where I finished my secondary School through struggle. I got admitted into Abu Zaria through the influence of my sister husband. one day after one of those crazy lectures I made up my mind I would learn a trade, education wasn't for me, while rehearsing how I'll tell my sister the news, I bumped into someone 😱😱
.....to be continued
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