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A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda

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This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work. His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today. So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock. Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered. "Dad." I whispered back. "Jeremy." Is your mummy in?" "Yes. She just came back." "Tell her I want to see her." He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes. "Will you be in trouble?" I asked. He nodded his head. I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me. Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy. She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside. "Good evening." "What do you want?" "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery." Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face. "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?" "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with." "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago." I nodded. "Can I come in. So we talk?" "About what?" "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school." "Are you a driver?" "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well." "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?" "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..." "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please." She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless. Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window. I felt bad. I turned and left. On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her. I do not know if to stay off or try one more time. I do not know at all #nakupenda #Discipline

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