Finding the real me (ii)

My name is Anthony. The last child of five children. My father is a late General in the Nigerian army. He died after actively serving this nation for more than forty-five years as far as I can still remember. He died. Yes, but he died leaving some good inheritance for us. Several millions of naira for the whole family, and some sum of money for my educational upkeep all through my studies till I enroll as a masters student. He left two jeeps, two saloon cars and some properties within Lagos and two in our hometown. I lived most of my life in the mainland of Lagos. Attending one of the best institutions in the country was all I ever aspired all my days. And yes I got it on a platter made with gold when my mum told me about my paternal uncle being the present registrar of one of the best university in town. And just as luck will smile at me, my uncle ensured I passed my entry exam into school, major criteria for admission.

My excitement stems from the fact that I will be going to a higher institution. At least I’m going to have a life of my own. This then gave me more morale when I speak amongst my peers, some who were still struggling to make their entire O’level subjects. Each time we were gathered I will be like.
“You guys need not bother about me when you struggle around, writing your University entrance exams. But as for me, I’m going to the university where my uncle serves as a registrar, I mean one of the best university that is known for her academic excellence in the country”. I do this often and don’t know why my friends do say I’m too boastful.

See: Finding the real me (i)


And truly, just as destiny will have it, I got admitted into school at my first attempt, just a fortnight after I clocked twenty years old. It was a dream come through. The day I got my admission letter seems though I was presented the visa to come study in the United States. I was so glad that day that I ran certain errands I wouldn’t run for my mum. The excitement was too much that I even skip lunch. Mum who initially didn’t know why I was doing all I was doing, asked me after I came back from the market with two big shopping bags, pregnant with all sort of cooking ingredients. 

To be continued on (iii)

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