1.
The waitress starred mouth agape at me, when I demanded for
a bottle of malt. A motorcycle was dispatched for the purpose of its
acquisition. On the cyclist’s return, the stare turned to his hand, which was
occupied by a rumpled bottle of Amstel Malta. As I laid my hand on it, its
temperature reminded me of my 9th birthday injury, where I had laid my left
foot on the tip of a motorcycle’s exhaust pipe. As I opened and gulped down
it’s contents, my eyes shut themselves involuntarily. As they reopened, I
discovered that there was silence and that everyone else drank with me; in
spirit…
Then, I realised, I had just began my National Youth
Service year. Welcome to Obubra, Cross River State.
And when the darkness finally arrived, I discovered that
the definition of it was never this complete. The crickets prospered in their
hymn-singing business and the owls responded in unison. Aside the music, the
land was dead. I struggled to give it some life with the light shining faintly
from the screen of my mobile phone. Suddenly, I spotted shadows in the deep
darkness! My neighbor’s 13 children had abandoned their sleep to witness this
daring light that had finally conquered the Obubra darkness.
I am an i~Witness.
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