Ikem couldn’t stand the penury anymore! He stared at his worn out T-shirt with the words “making a difference” printed on it’s back in disgust and dissatisfaction. He had purchased it three months ago from the bend-down-select aka flea market to add to the other two that he possessed, but frequent use and wash had slackened its neckline and faded it’s vibrant colour. It was time to visit the man with the bell; he sold good second-hand clothes from a heap of clothing on the market floor.
With that dissatisfaction dragging him down, he pulled the T-shirt over his head and shoved his feet into an equally worn out pair of rubber soled slippers. Picking up his wooden pallet, he hastened off, making quick strides to the bus-stop where he could hitch an early morning ride by hanging partially on the side of a Molue. Sometimes the conductors were difficult but on a some good days, they also showed their humane sides.
It is a main market day at Ahia Ogige today and there would be a throng of lorries bringing in goods from neighboring villages. If he rushed, he would probably make a good turn around from customers who needed their goods carried from one end to the other.
Yet, as his strides swallowed the distance from his living quarters at the shanty, to the bus-stop, his grumbling mind would not cease to taunt him. How much difference was it really making in his life, eking out a living that was barely enough to put food in his stomach, pay his own portion of rent and minor bills, not to talk of sending money home to his folks? He queried himself.
Christmas was fast approaching. It would soon be time to go to the village to celebrate, but he wasn’t sure he was up to that this year. He thought he would have achieved more by now and he didn’t want to watch in envy as some of his clansmen came home with their new motorcycles and garbs to show off. Chukwudi had really irritated him last year with all his loud talk of making it big.
His angst grew within him as the day wore on. Wearied of carrying back breaking heavy load for peanuts at the end of the day, he stretched out on his small mattress which had a pride of place on the floor and slept like a log of wood.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Mini Glossary
Ikem – An shortened version of an Igbo name for a boy; Ikemefuna – which means, may my strength not go missing.
Chukwudi – An Igbo name for a boy and it means; God lives
Ahia Ogige – A market in Nsukka. A town in the Eastern part of Nigeria
Bend-down-select: A heap of mixed used clothing where customers literally bend down to scrounge through the pile and select an item they want to buy.
Molue: Are the locally redesigned and fabricated 44-seat old buses that ply the roads of the city. The original buses are disused school buses imported from other parts of the World
In fulfillment of Writing 101 – Day 12 Assignment: Play with Word Count
I tried to keep my story within 500 words and I think I did it!
The pain of not being able to make it when others have and then the pain of meeting those who just love to rub it in – you’ve brought it out beautifully.
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Thank you my dear friend for your time 🙂 How are our folks doing over there? Any luck at the auctions :):)
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I guess you paid but didn’t pickup your treasures. They are still around. How about renting mom for a few days? I think I’m going to get some blisters from all the shopping she does!
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That would be lovely. I am sure that she will make grand company for some days before I return her posthaste to you 😉
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No hurry – keep her for a year may be two. Return her when she’s done shopping for the next ten years!
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:):) you wish
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I’m going to pray to all our gods (even the ones I am acquainted only slightly)…oh, btw, once she’s there with you, you won’t be in the driving seat.
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Now I am getting worried. I think I will be traveling to Nunavut very soon. We will talk about this once more when I come back in 2017 🙂
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Nunavut?
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Just to get away from any plan to hoist relatives on me 😉
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Oh…and I was thinking that you wanted to adopt mom 😦
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Not when I can’t be in the driving seat. Maybe the family dog instead 🙂
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Can’t tell that to mom. She believes that she’s the coolest!
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Naturally! What did you expect? All mom’s are the coolest! I am sure my oldest son may not think so, right now 😉
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Correction. All moms think they are the coolest!
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You learn fast my boy 🙂 That’s good! 😉
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Thanks for seeing the learning potential in me.
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There might still be hope for you after all. A potential A or B+ student. Time will tell 🙂
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Fingers crossed 😀
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😉
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This post captivates me. Very exciting to see how beautiful it is in an African community. I really love the way you portrayed the African style and their way of doing stuff. I think am familiar with Few of the names in your post like, Chukwudi, and the Molue. I have a friend with that name Chukwudi. We met in North west University, North west province S.A. And the Molue, of course is very familiar when you watch some Nigerian movies on African Magic. You are really good at this.
Cheers my friend:)
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Thanks my dear Prince. I sincerely appreciate your candid comments and compliments. It gives me joy. Kind regards 🙂
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🙂
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They say the very hard physical jobs only bring small money while the ones you have use your brain bring money…hmmmn…life’s lessons. Wish life will be easier for everyone but i am told we would always have the poor and the rich…so not fair. Thanks for sharing Jacqueline.
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That is the reality of life my dear. Seems unfair but sometimes when I think about it, I feel that nature has a reason for making it that way at times 🙂 Thanks your reading my dear. I appreciate your time.
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Very vivid desciptions and a lovely use of the local culture ! I felt for Ikem and how he resents being left behind. Would love to read his journey! 🙂
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I am considering turning it into a mini series 🙂 Thank you for reading and your candid comments. I appreciate your time 🙂
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Sounds great ! Looking forward to it. 🙂
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I will try 🙂
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Very nice short story and lots of nice images for us to see! makes you want to keep reading!
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I will create a part 2. I am happy you liked it 🙂
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that would be wonderful!
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🙂
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This short story could / should become a long story?
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I get the hint 😉 It could be expanded.
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Couldn’t help but feel bad for Ikem. I actually know a couple of people he reminds me of. Like him, they work jobs that pay next to nothing..BUT…they’ve never tried to better their situation by even just applying for a better paying job (let alone acquiring skills for ideal employment). Not that every person is going to get hired just by applying but at least make some kind of attempt. Don’t mean to go off on a rant lol, just my thoughts.
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There are lot’s of Ikem in our World. It’s a shame really when people prefer to sit and whine than to actively seek ways to think out of the box and improve on their lot. I agree with you. They should at least make an attempt.
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I thought that was a great story 🙂
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Thank you Edwina for visiting today. Some citizens are feeling sorry for poor Ikem and asking for encore 🙂
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Oh yes, I think you should write a follow-up story 🙂
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Okay 🙂
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The story was just starting…..Please finish it….Pleaseee! I live in the south east of Nigeria so this scenario is one that daily beholds me……had to stop myself from continuing where you stopped. …you are really good at this. Just with this short story, I have embossed on my mind, the picture of that young man called Item! You are strong in developing characters. …jisike!
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Kobi my dear, I hear you. I will try and finish it o 🙂 Thank you for visiting today. I appreciate your time and comments.
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Beautiful – loved the story and want to hear more about Ikem’s life as well as the culture. Please continue!
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Thanks Kelly. I appreciate your time. I think I will write another follow up next week 🙂
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Will look forward to reading it! 🙂
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🙂
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Great story! Once again, you’ve piqued my curiosity. I want to know about this young man: his background, his motivations, dreams and aspirations. Well done, my friend ☺
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I think I will be doing a follow up next week.
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I look forward to it!
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Hello Jacqueline,
The hustle is real. The annual Christmas migration to the east, the pressure to give the impression that one earned big over the past year. The needless need to keep up with the Joneses.
I enjoyed reading this short but sweet post. 🙂
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Are you telling me, sister. Sometimes I wondered at the point of it all. Thank you, again for your time. I really do appreciate it 🙂 Hugs
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Your words have brought me there in Africa! That’s how good you are! This is informative and engrossing all at the same time. 🙂
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Rosema, I would say the same thing to you. Yesterday, I imagined myself sitting in that bus and I was asking myself what my reaction would have been. Thanks my dear for visiting. I appreciate your words 🙂
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Grand. These stories of yours Jacqueline, are quite influenced by something African to which I’m not familiar. Makes me winder a lot about your history. Maybe you’d share some of your history with us one day 🙂 I’d love to hear about it.
As for this story, glad that there’s a part two 😉
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I am happy you like it. As time goes on I will write more about myself 😉
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I can’t wait!!!
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