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    Episode 1

    My name is Abdulrahman, i was born some 31
    years ago in Offa, Kwara state. Growing up
    was just like every normal child. We are just 3
    with my parent, am in the middle and i have
    an elder sister who is 3 years above while am
    four years above my junior sister. I learnt from
    my parent that the distance between me and
    our last born was a bit much just because
    they were not ready for another baby because
    of financial difficulties, they even
    contemplated at a time not to have another
    baby after me due to their financial
    incapability then but since the pregnancy
    came in a mysterious way (The pregnancy
    was already four month before my mum
    realized she was pregnant and they had no
    other option than to leave it as abortion is
    totally against our faith).

    The question that begged for answer was how
    were they doing it during that four years of no
    pregnancy before they gave birth to Nimat is
    what i don’t know because i know my father
    will never support family planning because of
    his religious believe and he will never use
    condom. I guess he used to eject his deek
    whenever he is having s*x with my mum
    because i couldn’t explain it but who am I to
    ask how they did it way back. All in all, we
    assume Nimat was born by mistake but there
    was no regret.

    My family was just an average family, we are
    not rich neither are we poor. My father who
    was a state civil servant make sure we lack
    nothing and my mother who was a trader in
    Owode market make sure she support my dad
    whenever we need anything or lack something
    in the house. It was a happy and homely
    family envious of everyone in our community.

    We grew up in a staunch Islamic house, in fact
    my mum used hijab likewise my sisters while
    we were growing up. My father makes sure we
    all combine our western education with
    Islamic education as part of our growing up.

    After coming back from school in the
    afternoon by 2pm, the next point of call is our
    madrasa (Arabic school) from 4pm till 7pm
    every day. This means that we only have two
    hours of rest everyday from 2pm till 4pm
    before going to Madrasa.

    Even our weekend that is supposed to be a
    form of a break for us is always tight,
    madrasa is between 8am-2pm on Saturday
    and Sunday but the other hours of the
    weekend that suppose to be free for us is not
    always free as such as my dad always make
    sure we stay indoors, either reading our book
    or reading the holy quran.

    All i can say is that our house is like a military
    barrack as there was no absolute freedom, the
    fear of my father is the beginning of
    comportment. You will never want my father
    to meet you engaging in unwanted behaviour
    as you will be done for. We all fear our dad
    like something else but irrespective of that,
    we still love him as most times he was our
    confidant even to me that is a guy. We prefer
    our dad who is so hard on us than our mum
    that is soft hearten.

    We were provided with basic necessary things
    as our parent prefers to go on with hunger for
    our optimum satisfaction. Our education (Both
    western and Islamic) is total priority to our
    parent and combination of both shaped our
    humble beginning as we grew in our

    stay tune for next episode


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    Bring it on

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    I’m here,continue

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    need a new page… help please

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    post new episodes, the way you post comments

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    Episode 2

    I attended Offa Grammar School for my
    secondary education and by the time i
    finished my secondary school, i already finish
    my haflat shahada (Equivalent to secondary
    education) in my Arabic school and people has
    started calling me Alfa because of my
    character and mode of dressing. Need to say
    here that my or our way of living is like the
    ulamah (Alfas), my trouser doesn’t touch
    ground, this was what i grew up to know as
    even in my secondary school, my parent sew
    my trouser in a way that it doesn’t touch

    I was a brilliant boy while in secondary school,
    in fact my WASSCE result was 3A’s 3B’s and
    2c’s while one result was withheld, i think it
    was Yoruba that they didn’t release. The next
    phase of my life was Jamb, even though our
    family was a bit broke by this time but my
    parent made sure i obtained the form, my
    elder sister (Zainab) at this time was already
    through with her OND in Federal polytechnic

    My sister’s support during this time was
    immeasurable, she already started her IT with
    one of the commercial bank in our town and
    with the little she was earning and she used
    that in supporting the family too. I wrote my
    jamb and thank God i scored 284 and Unilorin
    was my first choice of institution, i never even
    wanted to go to polytechnic like my sister in
    the first place.

    Fast forward to few months after my jamb, i
    was offered admission to study economics in
    Unilorin and this changed my entire life totally.
    As it was to be, i couldn’t be coming from
    Offa to Ilorin on a daily basis which means i
    had to settle for hostel or accommodation
    outside the school.

    Unfortunately for me, i was not able to secure
    school hostel as i did not pay on time which
    means i had to settle for hostel outside the

    Admission to Unilorin was virtually the first
    time i will be spending my total time in Ilorin,
    as have been to Ilorin just twice in my entire
    life and my admission was an opportunity to
    know what is going on in the outside world for
    the first time.

    Looking for hostel, my dad tried to connect
    with alot of people both family members and
    friends that are staying in Ilorin so that i can
    reside with them but most people we relate
    with are either staying in Amoyo, Sango, Sobi
    Barrack side and the likes. The closest family
    we saw was those staying in fate basin and

    While we were trying to connect with series of
    people we learnt from one of our old
    neighbour that Ismaeel is already in unilorin,
    we were told he got admitted the previous
    year studying finance and he was staying
    outside school in Tanke which is like N10 cab
    to school.

    Me and Ismaeel attended the same madrasa
    while growing up, in fact we did our shahada
    (graduation) together in our Arabic school and
    he was even more brilliant than me. My parent
    also know him very well but we never knew he
    had gotten admission already because they
    moved out of our area to their own house
    when they completed it almost two years ago.

    Our parent reconnected us together and it was
    a big surprise when we realized that Ismaeel
    was staying alone in the house they secured
    for him. Since he has already paid for the
    house rent of that year, it was agreed that
    both of us will be sharing the accommodation
    fee equally every year. Initially his parent
    doesn’t want him to stay with anybody
    because of bad influence but had to agree
    since they know my background and we have
    been like one family since our childhood

    stay tune for next episode

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