The Preacher’s Son

Written By Uduak Peter…
Location-Makurdi

year-2006

class-Jss 2
“hey you, my friend come here”
I turned around and saw a guy twice my muscle coming to my side with a ply wood in his hands.
“God i don die today, who bring me come this school na” i lamented!!
“hold this plank i wan go play handball” he said, “ehen wetin be your name he inquired?
“my name is peter”
“ok peter if i finish playing and i no see you, na me and you for this school.”
i stood there wondering what made that my father’s church transferred us to Makurdi.
For the record am a pastor’s son, lets go back into memory lane!!!
Lets backwards to when i was born.
A night in 23rd September, 1994….

My mother was heavily pregnant and my dad’s mom wanted her to come to the village to deliver the baby and so after arriving in the village she meet my grandmom.
“mama amesierai, my mother greeted”
 “idienfo”
“idioko ma”
*am anang by tribe the above dialogue interprets as “good morning mama, and my grandma answered” how body and she said am fine*
My grand ma wanted me to be delivered in a herbalist house but my mother being a good christian she refused which made my grand ma hate her and promised not to take her to the hospital.
On the night of september 23rd, labour started, my grandma was hell bent on her treath she refused taking my mother to the hospital, thats was how my mother trekked about 3miles to the village hospital to deliver me.
“Legend has it that if your mother is a trekker the child is also going to be a trademark trekker”
“Ma you have being delivered of a bouncing baby boy” the doctor smiled.
“Thank you” sir my mother chimed in weakly!!
*

“Eya,eya,eya” i screamed with hunger in my eyes.
“why is he crying na” my grand ma shouted,
“he no gree suck br.east mama”
For the past four days i had neither eaten nor drank anything and everyone were tired of me(maybe thats why am a legend in fasting tinz. Lol.)
My grandmother was tired of me, and she broke my childhood fasting with a hot plate of pap and salt, i cleared it all and they were all petrified.
“Nkoyo” Ma, my aunty answered
“Carry this pikin and him mama go to that Prophet for prayer house, i be like say demon don enter am”.
Atleast no child in his right sense would reget bre.ast milk for four days in the name of “i dey vex sai una born me for village”:D
I was carried to a prayer house down the road and when the phrophetess saw me she screamed!!
“This child is going to be a phrophet one day(am still waiting for that day o8-))”
Ok thats that for now…..
After three months in the village my dad came and carry i and my mom to go and continue life in the city of Port hacourt with my my elder sister….
Fast forward three years later, and i began life at school, where all my learning started, both good and bad… 

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