Sunday, 27 November 2016

THE SECOND CHANCE NOVEL—TSCN (1)



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

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