THE PRODIGAL SON - Episode 1

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - in readiness to leave for the airport, compulsive drive for power, six months babysitting my first grandchild, twenty-one years, father sighed and left the bedroom, allowances and forged receipts, Canada, three months’ time, to find the driver.


This is a story about two boys whose lifestyles are direct opposites. Michael was from a rich family and sadly, an incurable flirt. His carefree disposition did much to help him get further than he planned to in his quests. On the other hand, Mujib was from a poor home and was very ruthless and had a compulsive drive for power. What happened when their paths crossed over the ownership of a girl, will leave your jaw hanging in shock.

“I am not comfortable with leaving Michael all by himself. Can we make arrangements to have someone watch him?” asked Michael’s dad, Mr. Adedeji.  “I totally agree with you honey, but I hate to make plans for a boy of his age at this time of his life. I want to focus on Bambi. I have to travel and spend the next six months babysitting my first grandchild. Bambi needs my assistance; her husband is like you. He’s hardly around, he moves from one business trip to another. Michael is no longer a child; he is twenty-one years now. We have to cut him some slack, especially now that he has finally gained admission into the university. I think we should have faith in him even though it’s difficult to trust him,” said Michael’s mother. As she packed her luggage in readiness to leave for the airport.

“At Michael’s age I was living on my own. I had a job and a car of my own. Somehow at his age, Michael has refused to grow up. He is wasteful and has no sense of responsibility in him. I am totally disappointed that such a child is mine. Look at Bambi, she is exactly the child I dreamt of in my youth. She is a sweet princess. Once I’m done in the UK, I will take a flight to Canada and visit with her and the new baby. I’ll spend some few days with you all before leaving for Dubai,” Mr. Adedeji said.

Like some oaf, Michael straggled into the house, his mother heard him come in and thought to have a word with him. “Michael!” shouted Mrs. Adedeji. “Yes mom!” “Come here!” With his trouser sagging, Michael ambled into his parents’ bedroom. The moment he entered his father sighed and left the bedroom. “ Why is your trouser at the edge of your buttocks? Have you gone mad or practicing madness?” Mrs. Adedeji asked as she grabbed Michael and pulled up his trouser as though she was dressing up a toddler. “Mommy stop! This is the in-thing now!” Michael protested and moved his trouser back to the edge of this buttocks. “I don’t like it when you do that, I am not a child,” he added.

“Foolish boy! What makes you think you have grown up? If you don’t want me dressing you up like a little boy, then show me that you really have grown up by at least dressing properly!” Michael looked at her and saw she was in one of her fiery moods and grudgingly pulled up his trouser. “Idiot! I thought you had forgotten where to hang your trouser. You know your dad and I are giving you a second chance; so you had better make the best of it. Please, I beg you in God’s name, take your education seriously. If you succeed in life, it will make me happy, but more importantly, you will have a life. At seventeen you graduated from secondary school and gained admission into a private university. I had my shoulders high and flew without wings. Sadly, right now, I can’t even tell who you are anymore. How you managed to get yourself rusticated in your first year!!” she emphasized “…beats me. I and your Dad still can’t figure out how you managed that feat. You kept collecting school fees, allowances and forged receipts to fool us for years! By now you ought to be a graduate. Hey don’t look at me that way! If you don’t want me to reminding you of your failures, then give me some success stories to talk about!”

“Mommy I have apologized over a thousand times, but you and daddy keep bringing up this issue. I am tired, I told you it was the bad friends I had then who led me astray. I don’t have such friends any more. Those bad friends I had then left me behind and have all graduated since. Believe me, I have learnt my lessons the hard way. Please, for once stop reminding me my failures.” “Okay, if you say so. Please be careful. I am going to ask aunt Tinuke to come over and watch you while we are gone.” “Mommy there is no need for that, aunty Tinuke comes here for selfish reasons, she comes with one bag and leaves with five bags, she will ask me for clothes for her sons, collect money from everyone in the house and go with a lot of food stuffs. I don’t want her here; I can take care of myself. I am t-w-e-n-t-y o-n-e. T-w-e-n-t-y o-n-e, don’t forget that.”

“Hush! Don’t talk bad about my sister, take this money. Your dad said you should hold on to this, take my ATM card you will get an alert soon. Use the money to run the house, pay the staff their monthly salary and any other expenses, keep records because when I return from my trip you will tell me how you spent the money. I love you, please, take care of yourself.” Micheal knew how richer he was going to get by the virtue of that ATM card. A smile crept up in his face. In spite of how he felt, he said, “I love you too. Call me once you get to Canada.”
 
Mrs. Adedeji had gone ahead to ask Tinuke to come keep an eye on Michael. He was really peeved his parents could not trust him. “So aunty Tinuke, how long are you planning to stay in Lagos?” Michael asked. “Six months, at most. I will leave once my sister returns from Canada, I have to babysit you, you know,” she said smiling.  “I gained admission at Osun State University, so in three months’ time I will leave for Osun.” “Congrats. I am happy for you. Finally, you wouldn’t have an excuse not to visit your cousins and I, they are all grown now. if you bump into any one of them, I know you won’t be able to recognize them.”
 
While they were having a conversation Tinuke’s phone rang. “Hello! It’s a lie! Yeh pa! mogbe! Yeh! I am coming home now, ahh!” Tinuke shouted over the phone. Turning to Michael she said, “Michael please don’t be angry, I have to travel back now, I am travelling, its an emergency, I will call your mom, yeh pa!” “Aunty what is the matter? What’s wrong?” Tinuke was not in the mood to explain. She grabbed her bag and asked the driver to take her to the motor park.

An hour later Kelvin was on the phone with a friend of his, “Booodah man! The coast is clear. Hahaha! She has left. I am home alone!! Start coming over right now. I have called the other guys. I think they are on their way here.” As soon as he dropped the call he went outside to find the driver.

“Driver! Driver!!” “Oga Michael!” the driver responded as he emerged from the back of the house. “Driver, there must be other things you have often wished you had the time for, right?” “Ehmm…” “I will take that for a yes. I want you to leave this moment and not come back till six months’ time. Go dedicate your time to those things. Your services will no longer be needed till six months’ time. “Oga Michael, how do I take care of my family till six months’ time? Na Oga give me this job o,” “Shut up! I didn’t say you have lost your job! I said go and do other things you have not have the time to do.” “But my salary…” “Go and stop talking!” A few hours later, three of his friends showed with their bags.

It was morning and Michael had woken up with a hangover. “Tosin abeg (please) have you seen my phone? I need to make call now,” Michael asked. “Thank your stars, had it not been for me, you would have misplaced your phone and Deji’s two phones at the club last night,” Tosin said handing him his phone. Michael began to fiddle with his phone. “I don put all your pictures for Facebook, your highness no get part two, na bouncers carry you comot for club. I laugh tire. (I have uploaded pictures of you on Facebook. Your drunken state last night was exceptional. It took bouncers to get you out of the club. I laughed my head off.) 
 
Jide walked into the room and joined their conversation. “Guy! You fall my hand last night gan. See as you just dey kiss all those ashalas for Elegushi (Guy, you disappointed me last night. Did you know you were kissing the harlots at Elegushi?” “Na lie, I no say I high. Una just dey whine me… wetin boys go chop? Because me I don order pizza, I am freaking hungry. (That’s not true. I know I was drunk, but I didn’t do that. You guy are pulling my legs. What are you guys going to eat? I have ordered for pizza; I am very hungry),” Michael said.

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Andrew Magege

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