The cold evening breeze slapped his face as he ventured into the alley. He hoped at least that his longer strides and faster pace would get him to the train station a few minutes earlier than usual. He worked nights in a dance club as a bouncer – a job that barely met his needs.
The colored lights that twinkled thru the windows of the buildings nearby were not enough distraction. December’s festivities were virtually nonexistent for him now. All he longed for was home.
His wife Nneka had called from Nigeria to say she wanted out of their 4-year old marriage. It was a sham, she thought and didn’t anymore want to be part of the charade. He had pleaded for patience. More time. ”Till when?” she had yelled in frustration over the telephone before bursting into tears. He fell silent. The truth is, he didn’t have the answer. He still needed to get his ”papers” so that he could legalize his stay. A snort escaped through his nostrils. He didn’t even have enough to buy his plane ticket back home.
Life as an illegal immigrant was not as simple as that of others. His daily worries were not the same as those of the average citizen. He had to bother about getting and keeping a job. He had to deal with exploitation from dishonest emoloyers – immigrants themselves – who cashed in on his situation to cheat him on wages. He was concerned with how to avoid getting nabbed by the authorities and being repatriated. He could not hold an apartment in his name or register assets in his own name! What was life without the freedom to live?
As he entered the warm interior of the train station, a team of three policemen on patrol walked past him. He became more cautious then, heaving an audible sigh of relief when he was certain that he was not the object of their considerations.
Then the thought struck him. As the train halted, he was greeted by the rush hour flux of workers exiting the train and returning home. A mischievous smile spread briefly across his face. One of these people would soon pay him some heed! He deliberately walked into a fair-skinned man, who didn’t waste time to give him a piece of his mind.
“Mais putain! Are you blind or what? Do you need magnifying glasses or something, Monsieur?”
“Excusez-moi mon gars. My eyes are fine alright but you really were so tiny, even a clairvoyant couldn’t have seen you.”
Whack! came the slap across his face. Whack! he retorted.
Spectacle created. Cops appeared on the scene. Handcuffs snapped tightly around his wrists. Things had played out just the way he wanted. Not without a few bruises though. His belly was hurting so badly.
A few hours later, he was seated in the comfortable interior of a cell in the police station. His case had been decided. He would be put on the next day’s flight to Lagos. A wry smile spread across his face. He’d be home at last! Home to be with his wife and the 3-year old daughter he had never held in his arms.
In the days when he was ignorant, he’d have sworn that absence made the heart grow fonder. Now he was certain: absence makes the heart grow number. This was definitely true for Nneka, in whose case, also, absence had probably made the heart wander. And if he was foolish enough not to know what and who mattered most, it was certain that absence had made his mind grow dumber.
Nice decision man…
Family first…in trying to cater for loved ones we shouldn’t forget to be there for them…
I love the rhymes and artistic flair in the writing..
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Thanks Topazo. You’re right. Family first.
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My God Zee.
To say this is superb is too shallow a word.
I read this and I couldn’t help but understand that too long a absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder.
It makes the heart grow colder!
Many are the affliction of two soulmates living apart. Taking action is the only thing that can see them through.
I really need to learn from all you wonderful writers!
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Thank you Julianah. If it weren’t for wonderful readers like you, no writer would even begin to qualify as valid, much less wonderful.
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Big Hug! 💝💝💝
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Iya Afin Zika Olofin……Blogosphere’s Best Kept Secret! I twale for you maami; wherever have you been hiding all of these aspects of you?! Damn!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
I wish I could just reel out a ‘Wow’ and be on my merry way but that would be too petty! The word play here’s highly remarkable and commendable….BANGING! 😂😂😂
‘Numb-er’, ‘Wander’, ‘Fonder’, and ‘Dumber’?! Gurl, that final paragraph’s an explosive wrap….D-Damn! You killed this piece with the top notch skills of a professional marksman….Bullseye! I trip no be small o! 👍👍😄😃
Plus, the lingo with you codemixing and switching, that was really clever! Dexterity and versatility becomes you Sweetkins and overtime, you’re evolving; becoming a very dangerous yet awesome force to be reckoned with! Highly unpredictable with a lotta arsenals and secret weapon! 😃😂😉
You go gurl and hopefully, Nneka will still be waiting in the wings for him! Family really’s everything, in the long run and haul of it and only the wise recognize that bit! Kudos ma’am, you blow me far far away like BOOYAH!!! 😎👐👌😆
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No one in the blogging universe does it like you…..we should open a blog for your comments…bees don’t create anything as sweet….BANGING!!!!!!!! Lol!!!!!
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Hehehe! The Flow himself!!! I triple twale for you, Oga me Sir!!! 💂😂
After force feeding me and ‘bullying’ me into owning a blog am barely just managing to keep going; now you’re ‘brandishing another strictly for comments?! Hmmmm….I think NOT! Amma just sit this one out, needless to say…..I’ll pass! 😜😛😂
Thanks Swag, you do know how to make a lady real heady…..giddy and you aint even spirit! ‘Cooreepie’! 😈😂😂😂
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Of course, I aint spirit, i no dey take honour wey no be my own…YOU ARE THE SPIRIT, THE ALCOHOLIC COCKTAIL OF BLOGOSPHERE, OUR GAP TOOTHED FAIRY….Lol!!!
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I see you’re playing silly again and from the looks of things, you’re winning by far and soo darn effortlessly too Flow! Pray tell, however do you do it?! I am dazed!!! 😞😒😂
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Not as good as you do it…you are the dope, leaving us high on your words, making us levitate on the wings of your skills…How do you do it…It is as easy as blinking to thee….
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See there Flow?! Can you see it….can you?! Just peer into the mirror will ya….its all YOU! You just don’t get it do you?! Its been YOU all along!!! Poetic are your jibes! You breathe, eat and sleep ’em! REVELATION!!! 😂😂😂
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…You are the revelation sis!
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You indiscriminately wave your wand here and there creating magic!!
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Hmm….yeah sure! Wand! Hmf!!! 😕😩😂
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You’re right Swag. More like a Comment Museum….hahaha!
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Comment gini?! Museum?! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Una two no serious o Honeycomb, na relic, hian! 😆😆😆
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And I support the motion 150%!!!
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Hahaha. Jules. I love you. Gbabee!
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Thank you sweet sister, I’m completely bowled over by your comments, as in….., what can I say. Gracias. I’m humbled that you even found this piece something worth commending. You encourage me soooo much.
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Aw! 😊
You flatter me darl, who I be?! 😔
We all oughta just learn to draw strength from one another and your pieces are mighty original; so its
just as well I egg you on!
Plus, its either you’ve got it or you plain don’t and you actually DO in great measure; so flaunt and own it! 😉
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Merci mon amie
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No one can flatter the #SuperWoman that you are Sis Yemie!
I’m still yet to meet anyone that can comment like you!
I look forward to reading your comments as much as I look forward to read a great writeup!
Wow ma’am! I remove my gele and throway salute o!
A thousand gbosas for the ever wonderful commenter that you are…
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Gbosa, gbosa, gbosa X 10²
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Superwoman sha?! Mwah-hahaha! You don’t know the half of it Sweetkins! 😔😂
Thank you sooo much dearie, emi naa ko o, bi ki se Olorun Oba, ti o da aye ati orun! Emi ewe?! Mi o to bee! 😊😄
God bless and keep ya Jules, you’re doing tremendously great, I just gotta tell ya! Love ya TONS! 😉❤
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Love you more Sis…💜💖💗
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Wow!
Great storytelling.
Very captivating.
(He is one of the few who snaps out of dumbness to making it the right choice, family first.)
More ink to your pen Zee mama.
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Thank you Amity. You are right. Family first. And you are also correct to say that very few snap out of their dumbness before they become too ashamed to make a retreat. May we never lack for wisdom when it becomes necessary 😊
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Amen mama Zee
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I love this so much
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Thank you Elsie
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Aww, thank you Swag. As you know, I’m trying my hands on fiction. I’m hoping to learn as I write.
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Z-Lilac…you are no more a learner oooo….
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I love this opening….The cold night breeze slapped his face…Lovely story and so real. You did great in capturing such a huge issue in such few words. Sadly, the quest for greener pastures has been implicated in the demise of many a relationships…There is actually something about the search for stay in other countries that makes the heart number and dumber…As Yemie would say….BANGING!!!
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