I have been this way as far as I can remember. A half man, living in a place I know too well. A place where I can easily walk to the market and come back blindfolded. The place which has come to be my abode. The village of my childhood. Once, I have gone to the city, to offload bags of palm fruits heaped in a pickup van.But what I had seen, sent me running home. The tall buildings, crazy roads, noisy streets, fancy dressed people, was something I could not relate to. So I had ran. Ran as fast as my legs could allow me. I can’t remember much about my childhood but I know my parents, my siblings and my peers.
My
mother calls me “Uchenna”, my
siblings don’t have any name for me, but the other people that know me too well call me “Captain Amelika” and
this has been my name for long. I like the children in this place. They are
the only friends that I have. They understand me too well, know when to sing my
praise and when to let me be, but the adults….
They are always getting on my
nerves. When I work for them, they cheat me; giving me one money when I work
plenty. They say it’s a thousand Naira note. I tell them no, give me the money
I know, Captain Amelika knows what they know. They laugh and shake their head, but
I know what they know that two notes is bigger than one note.
I
did not go to school but I am not dumb. My mother says that God created me this
way for a purpose. She is the reason why I work so hard to get the money. I
know my siblings are rich and have big houses but my mother always accepts the
things I buy for her and the money I give to her. She says “Uchenna, you are a
good person” but I say; “No mama, call me Captain
Amelika…
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