All my hope and ambition of becoming a pharmacist became abortive. We are only 3 that my parents gave birth to, and I am the first born of my parents. But sincerely, I was anxious of continuing my education to university level.
Because my parents had no money, I decided to think of what to do.
My father is the first child of his parents. They are two that their parents gave birth to. Him and his younger brother. Their parents died at the early age, when they were young. They left them with nothing, according to what he told me.
But Dad being a hard working and good man, managed to train His younger brother in higher institution. From what he told me, he sold all that he had, to making sure that his younger brother graduates from the University.
My father’s younger brother, after his education, ventured into business. He is a business man, who sells motor parts. His name is called Paul. But we call him “uncle p’.
Uncle p, has only one son, Chris, who’s based in United State of America, studying Nursing sciences.
After many years of staying in the village, thinking of what I would become with my life, I decided I would learn trading. I discussed it with my dad, and he asked what I heard in mind, and I told him motor parts. My reasons of telling him motor parts was because of uncle P’s achievements with his motor parts business.
My father had rejected me going to Aba to learn a motor parts business through his only brother that had refused to help him after he sponsored him in the university. From my own opinion, I told Dad that his only brother did it to him, and not me. That I must go and learn the trading from his brother. I was a kind of stubborn though! Dad didn’t bother again. He blessed me, and told me to go.
I packed my things, and moved to Aba. Uncle p was only staying with his wife, in a three bedroom flat. One for him, one for his wife, and possibly, one could be for me since I have arrived. We agreed that I would serve him for 5 – years. And he warned me not to enter his room for any reason. I agreed to that immediately. The following day, I started work. The whole thing was moving smoothly, and the business was Booming well.
5- years later, when it was time for him to settle me, he didn’t settle me. He kept on telling me that I should give him time that there was no money. One day, after uncle p, my master had forgotten his cheque book at home, because he needed to give somebody money for goods, and since I was the only boy that knows inside house, he sent me home that I should go inside his bedroom to collect the cheque. I reminded him what he had told me not to enter the bedroom. He said I shouldn’t worry, that I should go. When I got home, I moved inside his room immediately. near his bed, there was one chair there. I mistakenly kicked my leg on the wood and fall inside the chair. And I felt the chair being heavy as it was not supposed to be. As a stubborn, and smart boy that I’m, I was just thinking if I could mind my business and leave immediately. I gave it a second thought, I opened the inside chair to see what could be inside it. See what I Saw when I opened the chair.
Immediately I saw this amount of money, I started asking myself questions, I was shocked, I was electrified. Infact, I was confused. I started talking to myself ‘ my master must be a ritualist’ . Yes he must be. Immediately, I started crying, with tears all over me, I started thinking, so my master has things kind of money, and he didn’t help my father who’s his only brother. Not even his only brother but the man that trained him in school. Uncle p has this money, and I didn’t go to school. So my master has these too much money, and refused to settle me Instead he enjoyed me serving him. What a world! You are just a wicked man master.