I’m not a law breaker, just an ordinary boy who lives life by the day. As broke as I am, I enjoy the little freedom I have.
The freedom with which I go around hustling for money, the freedom that makes me see and talk to any girl I like.
Now this had all changed within a short time, by no fault of mine. With the handcuffs on my wrists, I tried reaching for my phone, I wanted to call someone who would follow up on me. The next thing I felt was a slap that made me hear ringing bells in my ear.
What did I do to deserve this? Even if I am a criminal, do I deserve this cruel treatment from someone whose job it is to enforce the law?
That was when I remembered my mother who passed away when I was 15 years. The memory got me crying all over again. I was weeping like a child. My mother always wanted to see me happy until she was diagnosed with cancer that quickly ravaged her system, leaving her to die barely two months after it was discovered.
My father, I only saw his picture. Mother never spoke of him or where he was. She never said whether he was alive or not. I didn’t even know if he really existed or if he was just a figment of my imagination. After my mom’s death, I lived with an elderly uncle until I raised some money to live on my own. Even though I had no job, I was enjoying life in my own way until this day misfortune decided to befall me without warning. I had never felt this helpless.
I mind my own business, and even though I’m jobless, I don’t go around extorting money from people. Application has become my daily diary, as I write to different companies, institution and what have, pretty much every day. I just wanted to get a job, to earn a decent living but all proved futile.
However, you can’t take away the fact that I’m a happy person. Despite the hardships and disappointments, I was always happy. That was something I didn’t need to money to buy or application to write.
On this day though, I felt like my life was not worth living.
In no time, we arrived the station and I was led to the counter. To my surprise, Sheila was there. She was standing right at the counter with her face buried in her hands. She looked up and saw me and you could tell that she was very surprised to see me being brought in in handcuffs.
The officer who led the team that arrested him said to her “Madam, we were able to arrest one of them. We shall put him behind bars once we are done interrogating him”
“What are you talking about? I know this guy, as a matter of fact I was coming from his house when the robbers made away with my handbag, I saw them with my own eyes. There’s no way he could have been a part of that gang.” Sheila retorted.
Finally I was being redeemed. The policemen stood there and felt embarrassed after Sheila made that statement. That was when I was given the chance to talk and to explain myself as a victim of circumstance.
I was immediately released, as per Sheila’s instructions. Apparently she was even more powerful and influential than I thought. Her father arrived just then. He came to the station as soon as Sheila called to report the incident. She quickly brought him up to speed and explained how that the police had arrested the wrong person.
Sheila and her father apologized to me and invited me to their house.
However, her father kept asking Sheila of the whereabout of one Roland guy. I had no idea who that was but from the look on Sheila’s face, you could tell she didn’t want to talk about him.
We sat in her Father’s car as he drove us to his house. Sheila’s car was being driven by the family driver who had brought Sheila’s Father to the station.
“Sheila, why didn’t you tell Roland about this? Are you two not in good terms or something?” Sheila’s father asked again.
Seated at the back, I tuned out their conversation. Right now, I was only interested in enjoying the ride in this cool air-conditioned car with monitors behind the front seats showing music video clips. The seats of the vehicle was so foamy, way better than the tiny slim mattress I slept on.
Talking of my bed, hmmm that bed had really messed me up. I remember this one time I had this friend Debra over. She was just a friend and it was just a friendly visit, until we became overwhelmed with lust and ended up having sex in my room.
That was where I noticed that my bed could really make “Choko-Choko” sounds anytime I banged. Thank God my landlord was not around, I bet he would have heard the funny noise coming from my bed.
If this car has seats like this, I can only imagine the kind of sofas there’ll be in Sheila’s father’s house. All this was going through my mind until I heard Sheila complaining bitterly about her husband.
I snapped back to the present and listened to the conversation between father and daughter. Apparently, Sheila was married to this Roland guy. My heart just broke, I couldn’t believe my hears. I kept asking myself how come she wasn’t wearing a ring.
For a moment, I wished I was actually put behind bars. It would have been better than discovering and living with the fact that Sheila was married.
…. To be continued
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