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BARRACK BOY PART 1

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BARRACK BOY PART 1


Ugo! Ugo!! Ugo eh!!
“u don warm d soup wey dey 4 pot?” dat
question brought me back to reality from
dreamland, “chei mama i never warm am oh”
dats d price i had to pay for being the only
child of my parents. Mama was off to her early
morning routine watering of our vegetable
farmland. Farming was not only mama’s own
quota to support d family, but it was the trend
for barracks women as they assume it as their
own “white collar job”.

I gradually roll off from bed so as not to feel d
pains in my right knee gotten from a ferocious
tackle courtesy of Cosmos my hausa friend,
well, maybe he wasn’t happy i was his
opponent in yesterdays match as it is a rear
occurance for us as close friends to play
against each other, i thought as i dragged my
feet to d kitchen to warm d ogbono soup as
mama instructed.

Today the cloud is bright, i could feel d cool
breeze of the morning on my hairy skin. It
rained heavily last night, with water gathered
everywhere on d floor, the drainage in d
barracks is very poor as the d gutters were
blocked and grass infested. UP NEPA! UP
NEPA!! The children on their way to school
shouted, what came to my mind first was the
T.V, “oboy e don tey wey man pekin watch tv
oh” i said to my self as i put on the tv, ehn
Nigeria 2- algeria 0, a local station was giving
highlights of yesterday’s match, i was happy 4
nigeria as it’s been long we won a friendly
match. I glanced at d wall clock, it was 9
already, when suddenly i percieved something,
it was as if something was burning, maybe our
old fridge was burning again, i thought.
Aaaaah! D soup dey burn

To be continued

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