Tragedy struck on me which triggered
my dad to quickly run into his room to get his car key—but he couldn’t find it
even though it was on top of the table in his well furnished room, after a fruitless
search, he later saw it— as my mum and siblings shouted my name like basic three
students would pronounce a new word after their English teacher. My dad which
was just wearing a short and a singlet— since he was just reading THE NATION
newspaper, in front of the TV which was turned to CHANNELS STATION, after a
hectic day at work— paced out of the house running towards the garage as he
pressed the unlock button of his car key which opened his VENZA TOYOTA WAGON—with plate number ENUGU, AGG11-PTN.
He almost broke the handle of his car as he
dragged it open, got in and quickly put the car in motion and drove to the
entrance of our two storey building where my immediate elder sister who carried
me from the spot where I was vomiting blood to the back seat of the car. My mum
quickly told my immediate junior sister to take care of the kids who were
already crying—even though they really don’t know the gravity of what was
happening, they just had to cry since the whole house were crying. With my mum
at the back seat with me and my elder sister sitting close to my dad, my dad
roared ''MUSA, OPEN THE SLATE''. Even though this would have cause a laughter
on a normal day, there was no room for any joke and despite dad's grammatical
construction and structure was wrong, Musa lucidly understood dad's message as
he quickly opened the gate wide and it took a miracle that he, Musa, wasn’t hit
because Dad drove like the car of arm robbers pursued by the Police. My dad
horned at the entrance of NOLA HOSPITAL—which was close to our house— but there
was no response, Dad continued to horn but the gateman who was fast as sleep
woke up and displayed his little gun to all the four cardinal point— North, South,
East, West— but he soon realized it wasn’t the armed robbers who invaded the
hospital in his dream. He quickly opened the gate and angrily poured out
insults on my dad and my dad came out and was on a move to show this stupid
gateman a lesson of his life but the gateman saving grace occurred as he
pointed to the noticed board, my father who was already holding the gateman's
shirt—with his hand far-stretched to give 'the big show's punch'— dropped him
like a large bag of cement and quickly adjusted his glasses to look at the
notice which read...
Pojomatics
Read what..... hmm
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