REBEL

REBEL

‘’Emeka, listen to me carefully, the day you drop out of that school; that’s the day you would cease to be my son.’’

The room resonated with his father’s voice, the brow on his face grew thicker, and the balls of his eyes, darker.That depicted the intensity of his father’s anger. 

Situations like this made Emeka wish his mum was around, but she had travelled to see her younger sister, who had just put to bed a few days ago. She would have intervened, by making the argument not escalate to this point .

‘’ Fine! So be it, this is the day I cease to be your son.’’ Emeka retorted back in anger without thinking.

It was as if the four walls of the living room excreted heat resulting from their anger.

‘’Leave my house, and never come back until you regain back your senses!’’ His father ordered.

‘’ Alright, I would leave. I would prove to you that I can become something great without you.’’ Emeka replied, as he stormed out of the living room into the room he shared with his junior brother, Nnamdi.

He started to pack his clothes into a small Ghana must go bag, when he heard his sixteen year old brother’s walk in.‘’ Emeka, where are you going?’’ he asked.

Emeka turned to look at him,as his face softened, ‘’I’m leaving this house and I’m also dropping out of school to go and pursue a career in music.’’

Nnamdi eyes widened, “’ But… why naw? You just have two more years to spend in school and after that you would become an Engineer. You  knowhow father suffers daily to go and sell shoes at Onitsha market just to see you go to school.’’

‘’See, you don’t understand, you are still a small boy, look at the likes of Davido, Tuface, Wizkid and the rest, they are already making it big without completely their education.

I don’t care if this is my third years in that God forsaken University, I’m dropping out! I can’t just be wasting my life in a institution that all what we do is the “La Cram, ‘La Pour, ‘La Pass, ‘La Forget” routine of knowledge.

Is it my fault that our father didn’t go to school? He should stop living his dreams through me, I can’t just continue studying that stupid course just because he wants me to.” Emeka retorted his junior brother, whom he thought was naive.

‘’ Hmmmm, but at least wait for mama to come back from Aunty Nkiruka’s place before you leave.” Nnamdi eyes misted in tears, as he advised to only his brother.

Emeka has always been his hero from childhood, if he goes, he would deeply be miss missed.

‘’ Mba, I can’t wait for her. You and I know that if I wait for mama, she would also want me to go back to school. I would go and stay at Chizoba’s house, you know he stays alone, right? ’’ He queried his brother.

‘’Yes, I do.’’ Nnamdi answered sheepishly.

He continued, ‘’ Ehen, So after I get there, I would try to look for some odd jobs around to make some money, and then after travel down to Lagos to pursue my musical career. 

Flash or text me with your phone in case there’s any important thing you want to pass across to me.’’ Emeka hugged his brother as he left the house without looking back. 

After a week of leaving home, he was preparing to leave for work in a car-wash he got employed two days before, when his phone beeped signifying that he had a message.

It was his brother Nnamdi. He didn’t expect him to text so soon, he wondered what it could be that was so important.

He opened the message and it read ‘’Come back home. Papa died this morning . He was hit by a motorcycle on his way to the shop.’’ His heart stopped beating momentarily.

He immediately felt like sinking into the ground. A feeling of remorse immediately washed over him, as the memories of his father came flooding in.

He thought of their last heated argument,he broke down uncontrollably into tears, as he wished he never said those words. 

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