The Broken Needle : A Freewrite Nanowrimo Day 1.

What is life without experience, the best teacher, it doesn't show in the greyness of the elder’s hair neither does it openly proclaim itself to the young as a way side whore. It has made the most knowledgeable to bow his head in sorrow to find out that he is still learning, the most tedious of it all, no one has ever graduate from this school of experience.

And no one will.

It is this same experience I want to share, my hair is now grey not in term of experience but the flames life has thrown into my eyes has made me a man of four eyes. This world no more uses a crane rocking chair I would have rock this wooden chair am in as I write the story that hurts my heart and left a lot of questions to whoever created us, if we are to go by the religious views. Am no God believer, and for months I practiced this act whole-heartedly. It worked! Releasing the God mindset out of mind made me think farther than the average friends. So I was made to believe and I did. Can man live without his creator? No. Even if he finally did, the secret yearning for a master or a being above watching over him never stops.

The coming of the missionaries into Nigeria was depicted graphically as a priest coming with a cross in hand, a peaceful gesture of a man who dies for all of us. Holding the cross by the bottom perfectly shows a cross, and we all bought into the religion and followed for along with it came some indispensable civilization, schools, hospitals etc. And when the white man has seen that we have bought into his religion, he held the cross by the head and showed us the sword part of it. Ruled and controlled us, slaved and abused, we looked as we got wasted under the sword regime though it was compensated with education.

Chapter 1

Education is a must if you want to survive now, then, it’s an exquisite project opened only to the rich. Only few could see its everlasting importance. One man actually did in the deep part of the southwest, not only did he send his sons to school but also his girls too. He didn't stop there, Pa. Oladele as he's called extends this hands to his close cousins and relative who couldn’t afford it. He has a total of sixteen wives and more than thirty children that can be accounted for, in those good old days a man out of generosity or love or the necessity to take in more wives to employ as farm hands can decide to marry a wife even if she's pregnant for another man and take care of it like his own.

Of his many wives was Asade, a robust fair lady who came from the old Òyó Empire, with three tribal mark beautifully adorning her cheek by each sides, she was standing with her parent that fateful day just coming from far. When Oladele saw her teenage beauty and married her right away.

Took years for Asade to conceive, the days were dark then and witchcraft as hard it may sound unbelievable reigns among the female folks. She finally did bore a girl child and coming first was Àdùké, she grew up to be a brilliant girl and very smart. Six years after, the new one came, Àsàké by name and totally wiped away the fear of barrenness from Àsàdé's mind.

For it is generally believed that woman who has only one child is still barren, yes, just in case anything happens which surely will be due to the high rate of infancy death then, then the woman returns back to square one. Not only was Asade able to defeat evil expectation of her rivals, but the coming of the third girl put all mind at rest, christened Lucy, she was a tricky being, sneaky as a serpent, result oriented and believe so much in the end justifying the mean, practically, the end of a man doesn’t justify his end. The three girls lived a normal childhood live with each personal character blooming forth by the day. Aduke, the first girl grew up to the brightest, even in her household, very smart and out spoken. Luck was always on her side too. Mind you, there isn’t nothing in this world as luck, it’s the right action mixed in proper ration with opportunity at an exact perfect time. She tops the class and was very respectful, always holding her head up high. By the virtue that her mother was married early into the house, the third wife, Aduke was the second oldest female child of Oladele.

Many have been born before Asake come on board, not much is known about her, she’s quiet, withdrawn, kind of a dullard of a thing and wasn’t bright in school. Then lies the talkative Lucy, named after the midwife Reverend Sister who delivered her. Lucy has defied so many odds right from childbirth, from been sick to death to surviving some deadly accident when her mother took her on a journey which had an accident. Lucy the lousy fellow, there is no word with her that doesn’t have an answer, a wicked stingy person, if there’s anything to go by that. She isn’t that bright in school but you dare not look up to her to trade words about her academic failure, you’ll regret it. Very wayward and abusive, she has lost her virginity before anyone could call her a woman.
Then we have Asake, the phlegm and meek one, she grew up to be a respectful quiet and lovely woman, had a very good husband though a womanizer, Asake is a pro-introvert, her husband is the complete opposite, his woman wrapping lifestyle brought his life to an abrupt end so early thereby leaving Asake with three kids. The bitterness in Asake after her husband’s death brought some dark cloud of evil notion into her, starting from nagging and not seeing the good in her children to always bitter at heart. She just can’t and won’t see any good in anything. To wipe off her loneliness her lousy unmarried sister Lucy was asked to live with her, the coming of Lucy was to spice things up for that’s what she’s known for. And that’s what she did, spicing the mother against her children knowing full well one is a trampled upon full blooded introvert who has a suicide tendency. Bonny was his name, he tied a rope to the ceiling on fateful day and left the world in a horrible way, age eighteen and exceptionally brilliant, days upon days of nagging on Bonny didn’t go well with him. More sorrow for Asake.

Word Count : 1,147 out of 50,000

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