Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 13

I took their measurements and they waited at
the reception till my break period, which was
between 1:00PM to 2:30PM daily. She drove
me in her brand new Polo Gulf to her House
off campus along Ogui Road. She was then a
part two medical student at University of
Nigeria Enugu Campus. The same Course I had
planned to study since my Child hood if fate
had not turned things around for my Family.

I told Cordellia my Story so far. She was so
touched that she could not help crying. We
cried together. I then begged her not to show
pity as it would make me run away from her,
she understood. Of course she was a
commando. All commandoes are proud.

Cordellia gave me a “Ghana must go” bag full of her used Clothes; she said she had wanted to take the Clothes with her to the village to share among her relatives and friends during her next holiday.

She gave me seven assorted
shoes, hats and belts. She gave me some of
her old make up kits and two brand new ones.
She then drove us to DEN’s Cook by Old Park
for lunch. I ate a very delicious meal that day.
Cordellia took me back to the shop. On our
way she told me about her Fiancé studying
and working in the U.S.A. She sounded
surprised when I told her I have not had any
dealing with a man yet at eighteen. She
insisted to meet my Sisters and to know where
we lived so we agreed to go home together
when I close at 6:00PM.

Cordellia came back and drove me home that
evening. As I went to her Car booth to carry
my “Ghana must go”, she ordered me to
ensure I empty the content of the Booth, that
everything therein was for me. She had loaded
the Booth with a bag of rice, Gallons of palm
oil and vegetable oil, half bag of beans to
mention but a few. I was perplexed and I told
her I could not accept all of it as it was too
much and she was making me feel like I am a
burden on her already. She laughed loud and
told me to swallow my pride. She said she
owed me more that, she reminded me of how I was there for her in our secondary school
days.

She entered Command on Scholarship
sponsored by the Catholic Church in her
Village. Her father was a poor subsistence
farmer from Isikuator in Abia State but she
was a very brilliant kid and had passed the
entrance examination into a school relatively
expensive for Civilian wards. The reverend
father of their Church took up her case and
the Church volunteered to take care of her
School fees throughout her Secondary School.

She barely came to school with enough pocket
money or Provision, no one ever came to visit
her on visiting days and she never went home
for midterm break. I always had abundance
and enough to spare and I was so generous so I shared freely with her without telling anybody about it, she recounted several situations that I assisted her financially and materially.

Finally she said I was only reaping what I had sowed.

She met my sisters and we spent two hours
together in our Batcher that night reflecting on
the past. She updated me on the where about
of many of our mates in school, most were in
various higher institutions within and outside
the Country, three had died and some were
still jambites.

She had cleared her S.S.C.E and J.A.M.B at
one swipe and gained admission into one of
the most prestigious universities in Nigeria.

She was at the verge of losing hope of
sponsorship when fortune smiled on her.

She had met Stephen during the Christmas holiday in the Village.

Stephen Chikendu is the First
Son of His Royal Highness, Igwe Amos
Chikendu, the Onwa n’etili ora 1 of Isuikwuator.

The paramount ruler. He had come home on
vacation. They had met and fallen in love and
he promised to take care of her education
after making his marriage intention known to
their families.

whatever u sow u shall reap