Chapter one My Hometown

My name is Chinedu Jideofor. People in This town call me The Traditional Prime Minister owing g to the fact that my name, 'Ofor' is a symbol of authority.

living has been a task one must ensure to successfully carry out. Coming from a Polygamous home that has lacked every faith in sustaining or helping their children. I am not even sure my father still remembers my name.

A man who married my mother at the age of 65, simply because she had a child in her father's house without a husband... alot of persons considers her promiscuous and no single young man is willing to take her in for fear of what the society might say about him and his family. Some speculations holds that such a person might continue getting pregnant for different men even in marriage...

Not my mother.

Yes. I know you will ask what makes me think differently of her or Maybe, I'm just saying all the nice things about her because she is my mother... It might be true that I'm saying these things nicely because am speaking of the woman who laboured for my existence... also not trying to sound melancholic, I'm speaking of a woman whom I have come to understand the texture of the Fabric she is cut out from.

Being in love at a young age could make you naive, uncanny and full of wide expectations.

Yes. It was the same story with my mother , who fell for a young Village Boy. She thought she was in love and the next thing is to get married. Abandoning her education at the Secondary level, she journed with this young man who came from her Maternal home. Three months later, She noticed a change in her body and that was the change that changed her for good. .

The news of Pregnancy made him run to his maternal home, leaving his so acclaimed beloved to fend for herself. Family members frowned at her but the grandmother welcomed her and made sure the child was taken care of as he grows...

Actually, that boy is me, JideOfor.

I grew up knowing just my mother and Grandmother as my family. Grandma was a very nice woman. she is Slim, dark in complexion and averaged height... The hand of old age has loan most of her teeth away... they however couldn't stop her from chewing meat, fish and other solid foods. She had her mortar and pestle which she uses to grind them before putting them in the mouth to slowly soften and ate.

Mother was very strong and nice. She engage in menial jobs just to make sure that we survived and I attend the community Primary School alongside my contemporaries.