My life at Thirty episode 5

My Life at Thirty Episode 5
The coaching centre was owned by Mr Bolaji
and the subject i handle is Economics,
mathematics and further maths. Mr Bolaji said
he will be paying me N3,500 every month and
my class is suppose to be four times in a
week to take my subjects.
It was already a month i started my coaching
class and i didn’t hear from my parent, my
thought was always with them as i knew they
would have been worried that i didn’t come
home for holiday. It was even December and
they are so sure that even if school was still
in section, they will definitely give us Xmas
break but i didn’t show at home. Our
resumption was third week in February of
2004.
In other not to put fear in my parents heart, i
decided to visit home first week of January
2014.
My mum was so happy to see me, Nimat was
already in SSS3 and it was a serious family
bonding. I was still my usual self and my dad
was so proud of me that i didn’t go to school
and change. This time around, its not only that
my trouser was not touching ground but i had
grown beards. My beards had grown so big
that my dad was even surprise when he saw
me compare to how i was the last time.
I was told Zainab my sister has already
started her HND in Federal Polytechnic Offa, i
was so happy to be back home and it was a
surprise to my dad when i told him i will be
leaving in a week…he asked the reason why i
wont be staying and i told him that i hold a
position in MSSN and as he knows, it requires
a lot of commitment to the work of God for us
to reap the reward in earth and life after. He
asked about my academics and i told him i
was in strong first class, my dad was so
elated.
My Dad understands my commitment because
from the story he told us way back then, he
was a treasurer in ABU Zaria when he was
also in the university. My one week at home
was over and i was suppose to go back on
Sunday, I went for a visit to Ismaeel parent
and told them that he sent his greeting and
his doing so well but i was surprised when his
dad gave me a brand new Nokia 3510 and sim
card to give to Ismaeel for proper
communication. They gave me food stuff and i
reminded them of our accommodation fee.
I came home later in the afternoon and
showed my dad what Ismaeel parent got for
him. Later in the evening on Saturday while
we were eating in the sitting room, my dad
brought out his bag and handed over a small
black nylon to me (Toromagbe). I opened it
and what i saw was a big surprise, my dad
also bought me a small Phillip phone.
I knew he doesn’t have much money at his
disposal and i was forced to asked why he
had to sq££ze himself to get me a phone. He
said he purposely get the phone to me so that
i wont feel inferior to Ismaeel since he now
has a phone and he wouldn’t want anything to
disturb my mind that will later affect my
academics.
Me: you shouldn’t have sq££ze yourself like
this daddy
Dad: Let me do it for you now so that, i will be
able to enjoy more in future
Me: Ahh..dad, but you no payment of our
house rent is next month
Dad: Almighty Allah will provide my son
Me: But i would have been managing Ismaeel
phone with him
Dad: What you don’t know is that, this thing is
mine is far better than this thing is ours..will
you boys divide the phone into two when
Ismaeel is going for classes or you will drop it
at home as a landline? The phone belongs to
Ismaeel and there is no way you guys can
share it together
Me: Thanks very much daddy..Almighty Allah
will reward you abundantly.
Dad: Aminna ya Allah..lets i forget, which
bank is closer to you there
Me: Non yet but most of the banks are
available in Post office and challenge
Dad: Maybe when you get to school tomorrow,
you will need to go and open account in
Oceanic bank and send me the account
number once they open the account for you
so that we can always send me money and
also send the money for our accommodation
to me
Me: okay Sir……
I opened the phone, ins**ted my sim card and
recharged it with the recharge card my daddy
bought for me. I collected his number, my
mummy’s own and zainab number. Zainab was
a bit jealous that my dad bought me a phone
but didn’t buy for her. She complained that
she used her own money to purchased her
own phone and it was like a partial (playfully).
My dad promised to buy phone for her too and
that she should understand that buying my
phone was actually important that he wouldn’t
have thought of it had it been am close by.
The mention of bank account opened my mind
to the fact that i actually needed to have an
account, atleast i have a part time work which
am doing and earning little money from, i can
start saving my money into my account too.
I left Offa very early on Sunday morning
around past 6 immediately after Subhi prayer, i
was so eager to go and show Ismaeel the
phone his parent bought for him. I headed
straight to the hostel, the load was a heavy
one that i had to call cab from Gaa Akanbi
Junction by Roemich school to take me
straight down to zanrab arond 7:30am. The
cab charged me for a full passenger but i
wouldn’t mind to paying the wh0le amount. I
got down in front of our gate, packed
everything by the door one after the other….I
opened the net to the door and realized the
door was not locked, i entered the room with
“salam aleikum waramotullahi (peace be unto
this house) and what i saw was alarming…
lying down on our bed was a lady in her night
gown pressing a phone….
I stepped outside the room, look the outside
very well to be sure i didn’t mistake another
person’s room for our room…”yes, this is our
room now”, i walked down to the entrance of
Ezekiel’s room, definitely that was not our
room..i entered back again to confirm what
was in,side the room if they are still as i left
them…”yes, its still the same room but they
were so many rearrangement”, i came outside
again with another thought “ahn..ahn, is it that
brother Ismaeel moved out our stuff or rented
the house to someone else? That is not
possible now, this is just a week now”. I
entered the room back again and i heard
Lady: Good morning, i guess you should be
brother Abdulrahman
Me: “looking surprise”…Yes, who are you
Lady: my name is Ebun
Me: Ebun……
Ebun: have heard so much about you brother
Abdulrahman, Ismaeel is coming back soon, he
just stepped out now to buy bathing soap, he
will soon be here
Now it was certain that i was actually in my
room and not other person’s room. All my
questions have been answered and i couldn’t
wait for Ismaeel to come so that i ca ask him
some question because on my mind, i was so
sure the lady slept over in the room, on our
bed and what is the tendency that they didn’t
have Make love….what am i even saying? Why
wont they have had Make love i thought to
myself. I couldn’t withstand the sight of the
lady and i had to move out of the room.