Tear To The GRAVE

chapter 1

            Waking up in the morning to prepare for school has always been tormenting to every student, well not for me, am  Vicki Akamnachi,(Akamnach means I am great in God ). I have  always loved going to school but! my parents don't have money to send me to school, so the only way for me to go to school  is by owning a scholarship so I studied very hard to get a scholarship  and luckily i was admitted to a very  expensive school in town, actually  the school is kind of made for rich kids, that is why I said am lucky.

     Me  and my family live in Garki village in Abuja state, believe me when I tell you that  the offensive odor oozing from the nearby gutter always choked me  and always makes I want  to go to school all the time, I have always  hated the fact that am from a poor family, hated the fact that I have to go to school on kaka or sometimes I have  to walk on foot if I don't  have transport  money, I hated that my mom sell food in the market and my dad who is supposed to be the head of the family is a  taxi driver, but I try my best to be a good girl, I do all my  work and something look for a part-time job on the street to help pay some bill at home.

I become friend with Sarah who is also studying under scholarship, we both meet on the exam day for the scholarship so we became best of friends and help each other and go to school together.

      Morning like every other, I wakes up very early, kneel down beside the wall and say my morning prayer, after my morning prayer I fold the mat which I slept on, place it on the wall and start preparing for school, I wash the dirty plate, sweep the house, and help my mom to prepare food that she is going to sell in the market and I also remove the one we are going to eat from the one we are going to sell, after that I queue in the line waiting for my turn  so that I can take my bath, it a public house, so I go through that all the time without complaining, and there are 5 people ahead of me and I have to wait ,

"Mom am done",

"My dear please come and help me carry this cooler of food",

"Mom am late to school",

"Don't let me get you there", I drop my school beg made of leather on the ground and help my mom carry the cooler outside

Thank you", she said to me but before she could finish her statement am long gone.

     I was on my way to school still thinking of what just happened at home when I heard someone called my name, I turn to know who it was,

"Vicki over here ", Sarah Danjuma, (Danjuma means son of Friday), it was Sarah  from the other side of the road,

Hey Sarah", I said and continue walking and I knew she was going to ask me what's wrong with me and I don't want her  to ask,

"Are you okay, I have been waiting for you since",

"Sarah please",

"We are a best friend, no secret remember", Sarah walked fast and stand in front of me, stopping me from walking on till maybe when am  ready to say something,

"It actually nothing", I smiled at her and am sure she won't believe me,

"And you what me to believe you",

"Fine, it was  my mom", I decided to tell her,

"What about her", Sarah was curious trying to figure out what might have happened to my mom,

She is beginning to provoke me",

"I don't understand",

"Okay!, she asks me to help her carry something this morning and she knows that am already going late to school",

O... M....G, I taught something bad happened to her

"Seriously that all you have to say right",

"But she is your mom she has every right to send you",

"I have sibling why not send them she always send me",

"Because you are her favorite, alright forget that, guess what",

"Not good at guessing you know that",

"Fine look at my hand notice anything.............different,

"Wait, what they, is that a phone, hey whose phone is this",

"It mine, mine.... mine.... mine",

"How possible, or did you rubber a bank",

"Of cause not, my mom buy it for me, she was promoted at her working place", yes, am happy for her my friend  for her new phone but can't help but feel jealous, she now  have a phone and her mom was promoted at her working place why my mom sit around selling food at the market side my family is so caused  that I can't help but blame my parent for not working hard during their youth am definitely not going to end up like them God forbid, even if it is going to be the last thing I do before I died,

"Vicki are you okay",

"Yes of cause just thinking",

"About what",

"Nothing, nothing serious, Sarah you tell me",

"What is it",

"My family, do you think we are caused",

"No not, why do you think so",

"Come on you can see for your self things aren't going well for us",

"Vicki there is time for everything and when it your time nothing can spot you and your family from shinning",

" The time, the.....right........time",

"Look you are poor but you are still going to one of the biggest school in town, "International high school", you should be happy for that

That all you have to say do you even see where we live we don't even have TV,

"Vicki I would love to say more  but it looks like we are already late for school", I almost forget that we were actually going to school,

We are already late where can we find taxi that can take us to school, I was still talking when Sarah grad my hand and we both run to the main road to get taxi to school.