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By Dr Wilson Orhiunu
(Babawilly)
Chidi was a dissatisfied man. He hated his job, car and the council house in which they resided. Despite his Christian faith he hated his neighbours. In number 15 was a middle- aged man who always seemed to look at Sonia lustfully. That drove him mad. While he accepted that with a butt the size of Australia she was bound to draw glances from some men, Chidi drew the line at Mr Jones’ (the chronic bachelor) lascivious expressions.
Number 19 was permanently drunk. Empty cans of beer and cigarette ends littered his front garden and the wind helped to bring the mess over to Number 17.
Then there was Phil, the scrawny white kid who lived across the road who thought of himself as the new Quentin Tarantino. He was in film school and for some reason was always filming the children. Chidi Junior, Anne and the baby Tony featured in his assignments on a regular basis. Whenever he visited to take permission to film the children and there was music playing, he asked to borrow it. In the end Chidi told him to take the entire CD collection home, down load to wherever pleased him and return as borrowed. Chidi disliked the boy but Sonia liked him.
Chidi’s patience was stretched to breaking point when Phil turned on boxing day last year with a camera. He wanted to film Chidi and Sonia kissing under the mistletoe. It was half time and Arsenal were losing. Chidi had been complaining about everything. His pounded yam was too lumpy. The soup was too salty. ‘The world is reducing their intake of salt yet my wife is cooking Hypertension soup to kill me with’ he protested. Phil could not have walked in at a worse time.
Sonia shooed Phil off very qiuckly.
Chidi could not afford to move to a neighbourhood he felt was deserving of him.
Sonia suggested he spoke to their Pastor. Chidi liked the idea. He looked up to his Pastor who was on the telly more times a week than his beloved Arsenal football club.
As Chidi got to his car Phil walked up. ‘Chidi, can I film this tree infront of your house? The leaves are falling off beautifully. Will do it from my bedroom window using my zoom. You wouldn’t be disturbed. I hope to fast forward the..’
‘Do what you want. I am sorry, getting late for an appointment’ said Chidi dismissively.
After a short prayer his Pastor, Reverend Kunle looked him in the eye and asked how he may be of help.
‘I don’t know where to start. I seem to have no purpose for being in England. I haven’t told my wife but I am thinking of moving back to Nigeria’ said Chidi.
‘Fine. You know what you what. When do you fly back and on what airline?’ asked the Reverend. Chidi felt the slimy tentacles of irritation begin to grip him. Surely the Reverend must have known that the going to Nigeria was an opening gambit. Why was he trying to humiliate him?
‘Eh, I am not sure that I really what to go back home’ said Chidi. In the silence that followed Chidi heard his belly rumble.
‘I see. So you are unsure about your purpose in England’.
‘Precisely sir’ said Chidi happy that his predicament was now being fully comprehended by the Man of God..
(Babawilly)
Chidi was a dissatisfied man. He hated his job, car and the council house in which they resided. Despite his Christian faith he hated his neighbours. In number 15 was a middle- aged man who always seemed to look at Sonia lustfully. That drove him mad. While he accepted that with a butt the size of Australia she was bound to draw glances from some men, Chidi drew the line at Mr Jones’ (the chronic bachelor) lascivious expressions.
Number 19 was permanently drunk. Empty cans of beer and cigarette ends littered his front garden and the wind helped to bring the mess over to Number 17.
Then there was Phil, the scrawny white kid who lived across the road who thought of himself as the new Quentin Tarantino. He was in film school and for some reason was always filming the children. Chidi Junior, Anne and the baby Tony featured in his assignments on a regular basis. Whenever he visited to take permission to film the children and there was music playing, he asked to borrow it. In the end Chidi told him to take the entire CD collection home, down load to wherever pleased him and return as borrowed. Chidi disliked the boy but Sonia liked him.
Chidi’s patience was stretched to breaking point when Phil turned on boxing day last year with a camera. He wanted to film Chidi and Sonia kissing under the mistletoe. It was half time and Arsenal were losing. Chidi had been complaining about everything. His pounded yam was too lumpy. The soup was too salty. ‘The world is reducing their intake of salt yet my wife is cooking Hypertension soup to kill me with’ he protested. Phil could not have walked in at a worse time.
Sonia shooed Phil off very qiuckly.
Chidi could not afford to move to a neighbourhood he felt was deserving of him.
Sonia suggested he spoke to their Pastor. Chidi liked the idea. He looked up to his Pastor who was on the telly more times a week than his beloved Arsenal football club.
As Chidi got to his car Phil walked up. ‘Chidi, can I film this tree infront of your house? The leaves are falling off beautifully. Will do it from my bedroom window using my zoom. You wouldn’t be disturbed. I hope to fast forward the..’
‘Do what you want. I am sorry, getting late for an appointment’ said Chidi dismissively.
After a short prayer his Pastor, Reverend Kunle looked him in the eye and asked how he may be of help.
‘I don’t know where to start. I seem to have no purpose for being in England. I haven’t told my wife but I am thinking of moving back to Nigeria’ said Chidi.
‘Fine. You know what you what. When do you fly back and on what airline?’ asked the Reverend. Chidi felt the slimy tentacles of irritation begin to grip him. Surely the Reverend must have known that the going to Nigeria was an opening gambit. Why was he trying to humiliate him?
‘Eh, I am not sure that I really what to go back home’ said Chidi. In the silence that followed Chidi heard his belly rumble.
‘I see. So you are unsure about your purpose in England’.
‘Precisely sir’ said Chidi happy that his predicament was now being fully comprehended by the Man of God..
THE LOSS OF PURPOSE
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