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I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school.
It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him.
When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out.
One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement.
"Daddy..."
And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home.
They were so happy.
Jeremy looked at me.
"You came to pick me up?"
"Yes. I did."
He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends.
"Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow."
And he entered the car.
While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail.
"Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?"
He touched it with his hands.
"My mum. She slapped me this morning."
"Why?"
He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road.
"My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore."
"Why?"
"I do not know."
"Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?"
"Sometimes. I told her."
"And she is not happy I do that?"
He nodded his head and turned to look at the road.
"I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you."
He was speechless.
While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building.
I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together.
He smiled.
We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out.
While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me.
"Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today."
I laughed.
I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work.
This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed.
I am at work now, and considering the second option.
I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does.
That's all.
My name is
#Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do.
#Discipline
#nakupenda ™
I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school.
It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him.
When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out.
One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement.
"Daddy..."
And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home.
They were so happy.
Jeremy looked at me.
"You came to pick me up?"
"Yes. I did."
He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends.
"Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow."
And he entered the car.
While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail.
"Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?"
He touched it with his hands.
"My mum. She slapped me this morning."
"Why?"
He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road.
"My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore."
"Why?"
"I do not know."
"Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?"
"Sometimes. I told her."
"And she is not happy I do that?"
He nodded his head and turned to look at the road.
"I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you."
He was speechless.
While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building.
I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together.
He smiled.
We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out.
While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me.
"Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today."
I laughed.
I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work.
This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed.
I am at work now, and considering the second option.
I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does.
That's all.
My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do.
#Discipline
#nakupenda
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