And So It Goes

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David looked at Ifeanyi, his long-time friend. When Sara had left for university, he’d gone to Ifeanyi’s house whenever his father came home drunk. Ifeanyi was the person who had saved him from reclusion as a child. He looked at his other friends, he knew they had been praying and hoping for this day and that much was evident on their faces. He was glad to be part of this great family. David felt like he needed to understand and know more, it was as if it was water and he was in the middle of the Sahara. But at the same time, it all felt so overwhelming.

Shaking his head, “Does it have to take that long?”

Ifeanyi actually looked amused. “It’s not long at all Dave. Jesus grabbed me when I was nine; it’s taken me 8 years to know all I know now. Tobi came alive at eleven; it’s taken him 6 years and Shedrack.”

Ifeanyi smiled at him.

“We know Shedrack is the preacher, the guy got stuck at 4. All of us understand the Bible at different levels. Imagine how long it’s taken us to understand the Bible which isn’t entirely dependent on time by the way. But imagine how long it’s taken us to know all we know and with the help of the Holy Spirit, we’re going to impart it to you in a year. Guy you should be grateful you have mentors. It’s all part of God’s plan. I know.” Ifeanyi finished confidently.

“I guess a year isn’t so long.” David laughed.

The bell went off to signify the end of the first break.

“Oh, we’ve got math now.” Tobi reminded them. “I don’t want to be late.”

“That’s right. Mr. Odumo is kinda strict about that. See you guys at FCS”.

Shedrack shook hands with Ifeanyi and thumped David on the back. “Once again, congrats bro.”

“Thanks.” David said as Shedrack and Tobi headed out the door along with other students heading back to their classes.

Ifeanyi rose from where he had been sitting and cleared his place at the table, dumping it in the waste bin.

As the two of them strolled out of the cafeteria, Ifeanyi asked. “How’s your dad been doing?”

Shrugging, he said. “He’s okay. He’s been coming home every day since Friday. He’s still always drunk though.”

“God is your strength.” Ifeanyi patted his shoulder

Chuckling, David said. “You always tell me that but I never really understood. But I do now. God really is all the strength I have or will ever need.”


Immediately David entered the house he was hit by the heavy smell of alcohol and urine. He dropped his backpack near the door and started going from room to room, trying to trace the smell or his dad. His dad didn’t usually drink in the morning; it was after work, late in the evening that he usually got drunk so this was weird.

“Dad?” He called out when he didn’t find him anywhere downstairs.

Looking around, David saw signs that indicated the housekeeper hadn’t come. Although Mrs. Osarumen was very efficient, she was so scared of his dad when he got drunk that she wouldn’t show up if she knew he was around.

“Dad.” David called again at the door to his father’s room. He opened the door gently. Looking inside, he saw his father on the floor, staring unseeingly ahead.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Bending next to his dad, David applied all of his willpower to stop from covering his nose.

Just then he saw the blade in his father’s hand. Stretching, he took it from his hand. His father still didn’t move.

“What did you want to do?” David asked gently, angry. “Did you want to kill yourself? You just want to run away from it all like a coward. Not even thinking about those who love you.”

Jim turned his head toward his son, saliva dripping from his half opened mouth.

“Get up,” David said, helping him up. “We need to get you cleaned up and in bed.”

About an hour later, David had his father cleaned and tucked into bed. He sat on the edge of the bed staring down at the only father he had ever known.

He bent and dropped a feather light kiss on his father’s forehead before leaving the room.


Jim opened his eyes as soon as David left the room. He wanted to die. He would have done just that, that’s what he’d wanted to do. But he hadn’t, he’d simply frozen when the moment came. I’m a coward, Jim thought, a coward and a failure. He’d failed at everything he’d ever done and most of all, he’d failed at raising his children.

Tears moistened his eyes as he stared at the ceiling. He tried not to think about what would have happened if he and the children’s mother hadn’t bought this house all those years ago or if he didn’t have such a good, reasonable manager who took care of all his properties and brought in the rent regularly.

Jim shook his head, “Urghh.” His head ached seriously. The painkiller David had given him was yet to take effect.

He didn’t blame Sara for hating him or Mike for turning out the way he did. He hated himself for forcing his wife to hold on to the secret she’d wanted so bad to share with the children. Mike, the thought of Mike broke his heart even further. He knew Mike knew but it seemed neither of them was strong enough to address the issue. He hated himself more at the sympathy and love his youngest child showed him. He wasn’t worthy. And now, he had more problems to burden David with.

He knew what he would do as soon as he was able to get up. He would go and find a bottle of anything alcoholic and drink it. Because that was what he was, a worthless cowardly drunk. He wasn’t worthy enough to have any of the things he had.

With these thoughts still on his mind, Jim drifted off into an unsettled sleep. He dreamt of sinking in sand, while his children stood by watching. He dreamt of Ogechi, his late wife and three little children all living happily under his roof and then he stopped dreaming.

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