I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED

School was opening and I was just entering 100L. The excitement was way off the charts.
I did battle for admission for a while and this was my golden opportunity.
I could not wait to finally enjoy the feeling of being a student.

Running around for lectures, struggling to write surprise tests and finally getting to wear whatsoever I wanted.
Not wearing a particular uniform like secondary school days.

There was a particular shirt that I loved and valued. It was unique in nature and looked more of vintage. It was brand new and I was looking for the perfect day to unleash my killer drip. 

The material was quite sensitive and I kept on ironing it day after day though I never wore it for once.
One Sunday evening, I was preparing for Monday, so I began to arrange my books and other accessories for the next day.

It’s gonna be a Monday, the perfect day for the shirt has finally come.
I picked it up and went ahead to iron it. Mom saw me and asked if I wanted to wear the shirt.
I nodded my head in confirmation.

She laughed and said, “Can’t you see the material is soft? Go find yourself another shirt”.
My mood got ruined. I already planned to shut down the streets with my Low-budget Gucci.

I told her how I cherished it but she insisted that if I wear the shirt, there would be chaos.
A quick reminder!!! My mother is a spiritual person that always has this mysterious connection with the spiritual realm.


Her dreams always came to pass and her verdicts must manifest. But this time, she must be bluffing.
I would still wear my stuff.
What could be the worst that would happen? 

I ironed another random shirt but still kept my main choice close-by.
Monday morning came and I was about leaving for school, but she was still around.
So I could not wear the shirt.

If only God spoke to me at that moment, I would simply dress normal and go out.
But the Devil persuaded me further to achieve my goal.

I lied to her that I had no lectures in the morning, so I could start some chores and delay myself till she left for work.

She knew I was up to no good, but left me to do what I found pleasing.
Immediately she left, I wore my Gucci vintage shirt, a smart pair of blue jeans and some smooth canvas.
Hung my bag, ensured I locked the house and off I went.

I entered a bus and began to move towards Ekopiman junction. As I was about to drop and pay transport, my shirt got attached to a mysterious hook in the bus and it tore the shirt from my shoulder to my armpit. 

                                    

I wanted to scream but held my cool. The hook even punctured my skin but that was not my concern.
My shirt was ruined before I even got to school.

This won’t kill my vibe, I quickly stopped by Junibravo’s lodge and explained the situation.
He told me not to worry and referred me to his tailor that very morning.
I had no cash so I used part of my feeding money to stitch it up.

It was as good as new.
Could Mom’s prediction be coming to pass? Nah, I doubt that.

I headed for Chemistry lecture feeling all fresh. I noticed people were looking at me.
But the looks I received was not complimentary but rather sarcastic and different. There was something amusing I was not aware of.

So I stopped and took a glance at my body.
It was my shirt!!!

It tore from where the tailor stitched it all the way down.
I was now dressed in rags and I was inside the school compound. It was embarrassing so I rushed to find a classroom and sit down.

If only I listened to my Mom, all this would not have happened.
But another idea struck my mind.

I contacted my course mate, Bassey, which was fond of carrying huge school bags.
Since, I was using a sling bag, I needed a normal bag.
The mess will get covered up.

I then paid him to use his bag as a form of shield to cover the mess.
And it worked out quite alright but from my feeding money.
I ended up not eating because of looking cool.

The whole day was so uncomfortable and I could not concentrate in any lecture at all.
Any movement I made, the tear continued to stretch further.
Chemistry lecturer concluded and it was time for GST.

All students inside one little classroom, you can only get a seat if you reach there on time.
So I tried to stand up and rush towards the venue and the unexpected happened. 

                                       

My shirt tore and my whole hand came out.
Making one hand with cloth and the other bare. I looked confused and pained.

The scene brought laughter and got everyone staring in my direction.
I regretted wearing the shirt and wished I could go back in time and flog myself for not listening.
I could not go anywhere without people staring at me.

Some of my friends after laughing repeatedly, told me in order for the equation to be balanced.
I needed to cut the other hand off. It sounded insane but it was the only way.

I cut it off and I resembled a Low-budget upcoming cultist with my messed up hair.
The shame was much and to make everything worse.

The security asked me to leave the school premises for indecent dressing. It was a long walk of shame and I could not wait for the day to end.

I started heading home and the only thing that roamed my mind was the reaction my Mom would give.
I began to mumble some prayers to God to soften her heart while I returned home.

All the vehicles I entered, the fellow passengers stared vividly.
They thought I escaped a clash or something of such manner. 

I finally reached home and Mom was sitting on the veranda.
She saw me from afar and burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed and was almost crying.

Her prophecy came to pass and it was my fault. She gave me some hot beans to calm my agitated nerves.
I apologized but she said, she was never angry in the first place.
Her main joy was that next time I would listen to her.

Days passed and things returned to normal.

I was dressing on a Saturday as usual ready to head to the cinema with my guys.
She stopped and asked, “Where are you heading to?”
I told her I had some practical classes and it was urgent.

She laughed lightly, and said, “You know where you are going, JUST DON'T GO WITH THEM”.
I was confused to the core.
Which them? How did she know? Is she in my head?

I never said a thing about my outing to her.

I stepped out of the door and my last experience kept on ringing in my head.
But you know what happens from here, I still headed to the cinema.

If I perish, I perish.
After-all, what is the worst that can happen? 

And trust me, something big is about to unfold.

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