Monday, 28 March 2016

MY SHORT STORY: THE MIRACLE BY CHINYERE OBI-OBASI



Chika did not have any money. She looked up at the ceiling as tears welled in her eyes. She had searched all her bags and the pockets of her trousers hoping that perhaps, she would be able to find some money. She knew there was none but that did not stop her from searching and from hoping.

The last straw was when she called her mother and her mother had asked her to manage because she had no money to give her.

She almost asked her, ‘how. Mummy? How do I manage when the only thing you gave me while I was going to school was N10,000?’

But she knew there was no way she was going to ask that question. Her mother was a widow who fried bean cakes popularly called akara. She could have given her more money but she was hypertensive and often needed drugs. Ever since her father died 5 years ago, her mother has been mourning him. Her condition was made worse when her uncles took most of the things her father left behind and shared them amongst themselves.


Chika brought out the remaining N1,000 from her pocket and stared at it. It was just as if she was hoping that the money would increase and fill everywhere such that she was never going to have money issues ever in life. She laughed at the thought; only magicians might be able to make it possible. 

She was going to make sure the N1,000 was going to serve her. Thank God she still had some Ijebu garri and sugar left. She will drink garri in the morning, eat lunch of rice or eba and soup around 2pm and then drink garri at night.

She was alone in the room. She brought out her sack of garri and granulated sugar. As she put the garri in the bowl and added sugar, tears streamed down her face like water. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. She lifted the water keg by the corner and poured it into the bowl.


At that point Peace bounced into the room. ‘Roomie! My Roomie! I have good news for you.’


Peace observed that Chika was crying. ‘Haba Chika, what is the problem? Why are you crying? By the way I want some Ijebu garri. Let me bring my bowl. I have good news. Immediately I tell you this good news, whatever is worrying you will fly out of that window.’


Chika brightened up. She doesn’t like people seeing her with tears in her eyes. She hated it when people looked at her with pity. Her mother always told her that they were better than a lot of people. Chika believed it; at least she had the opportunity to be in the university unlike a lot of people from poor homes.


Peace poured Ijebu garri into her bowl added some sugar and took a spoon. ‘This is so nice and refreshing. Very soothing for this hot weather.’


‘Ehen, do you remember that my uncle?’ Peace asked her.


‘You have many uncles,’ Chika responded. ‘Which one of them?’ Chika asked.


‘That one that came from the US and visited me in school in January?’


‘Yes. I do?’


‘Well I got home and my mother handed over some dollars to me. My uncle gave me 300 dollars and also gave you 200 dollars.’


Chika jumped up from the bed, the bowl of garri fell off from her hand. She ignored it. She went to Peace and held her by the shoulders, ‘you can’t be serious,’ she said to Peace searching her eyes for any form of mischief.


‘Of course I am. He kept saying you were such a responsible girl. He talked about how you searched for me without grumbling that day he came to school to look for me.’


But he should have known that we were roomies and that is what roomies do for each other,’ Chika said.


‘You can call him on the phone and tell him yourself after I have given you the money.’

Chika watched her friend bring out two $100 bills from her bag and give to her. 

Chika could feel the tears as they slid down her face.

She just allowed them to run down freely. This time, the tears were tears of joy. Indeed this confirmed what her mother always told her; God will not tempt you beyond what you can take.

Three years ago when she got admission, she almost rejected it because of how poor they were. Her mother had urged her to accept the admission and look up to God. Today she is in her third year going to final year. It is true that many times she had no money to eat, no money to pay school fees and squatted most of the times because she could not afford accommodation but the good thing was that she would soon graduate and the suffering was going to become history.


Chika brought out the N1,000 from her bag, placed it side by side to the $200 and began to clap and dance to an imaginary tune.

Yes. It can only get better! She thought as she lay on her bed and placed the three notes on her body
THE END

4 comments:

Lilifeys' said...

God will always make a way for His people. He is the Father of the fatherless.

oluchukwu onovo said...

Wow!sure it can only get better.
God win....o

Anonymous said...

God is able

Anonymous said...

Awesome God. He acts when all hope is lost. Oluchi Isilebo