Early Sunday morning, I didn’t do the norm a family head did. Go to church or just rest, instead I woke up six am to go hear from my best friend. She told me “ASUU strike might hold for up to three months or could be ended tomorrow, if and only if the federal government answered ASUU” she said, saying she got it from an ASUU official.
Now, you wonder why this abnormality?
I was once the breadwinner, my wife loved me like no other and we had 4 children. We lived in the big city and we were busy people. Getting the cash daily like water, until calamity struck.
I was told that I was not of enough relevance again. I needed to go they said. I felt pushed into a pit. I told my wife and I felt sadness creep into her beautiful face. We were given a two month notice to leave the house.
Two month! Imagine, after using years of my life to serve them, I had just two months to gather myself. We were able to scrap up some change, we believed not in savings. We never thought we will ever be laid off.
We moved. To a small town, rough, dirty and so not our class but we had no choice, did we?
Three years gone and no sign of the family we once had of luxury. The HD was replaced by “box TV” that showed just a station. That box TV was now my best friend though, I never got a new job. I started some farm work. No one wanted to employ someone above 50.
I got so close to my best friend, forsaking and neglecting my wife and children. I was now a shadow in the house, I was of no use.
O TV, let us talk about life from morning till night. I need thy comfort.
It was until my wife spoke of divorce that I felt a nudge to my brain. Without family, what will I be?
Will my best friend always be there for me? Should I make life come back? Or just lose hope of love and life coming back? What will happen?
I wonder, for now did I hear them say the President is back from overseas?