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THE AGONIES OF LIFE

Chukwudi is a well known businessman. He is a man who admits the

popular saying that "life is full of stress." He started as a bicycle

engineer when he was six years old.

After some years, Chukwudi had to yearn for a self-reliant hobby. He

met an engineer who made the earth a shelter for a perturbed for him.

He yelled for the debase in his accrual and accumulated indecisions.

He had bounty of amelioration but a handful yield. Life was full of

ambiguity of uncertaintity for him. Life was a bed of rock for him.

All in his regard was cumbersome.

Chukwudi secured admission in a bid to actualise his scarce means, but

it was moderated by fate. This was based to the fact that he was a

falcon without a falconer. All about him was diacritical. He was lucky

that all was fabulous, though it was ironical. He had pillars, but the

pillars were flummoxed. He was a liability to his mediator.

If chance oppresses, spade is no more called "a spade." In Chukwudi's

life, spade lost its name for hoe. Realism lost its potency. The

authenticism of a construct is authenticated via its realistic

features. The idealistic perspective of a construct must be

proportionate with regard to its reliability and feasibility. Contrary

to this, the spade lost its authentical perspective in — may be, in

the transcendental cosmos.

Ill-luck demands debasement. As Chukwudi wanted to erase his scar to

retain originality, more vacuums were modified. As he was tactical

with his siesta, a man lumberly banged in. The banger is a legislator.

He swiftly patted Chukwudi without grudges. This tingled Chukwudi's

fancy. He ejected like an air-filled Nigerian boko haram explosives.

He took his stationeries and went to his bed of agony. In the scene,

Toyota Camry cab was stationed

in his cell. His tray was full of bountiful smile. He ascertained

from the legislator to verify if he was the possessor. The man's face

was a purple hibiscus with a flamboyant apparel. He paid tribute to

the almighty God for the butter in his bread. This was — anywhere,

as his fate has it.

When Chukwudi resumed work with the cab, things fell apart. The

centre is now dynamic due to its dynamism. The cab is a

blunt-sharpened and a round edged weapon. All in the cab does not

deviate from substandard. The standardised nature of the cab is

appropriate when compared with a truck. Advancing to the cab is a step

towards the hell-oriented thrown of the blackman, who invalidates the

validity of any construct. Touching it is an advanced and a modernised

stylistic smile with the serpent' who secretes salt into a sour. When

he dismantled the tyre, the cab debased. He had no other option than

to re-mantle it.

If you eat with the blackman, it is advisable to long for a

long-handled spoon. This can be realised if the blackman is an

imbecile. Can you pray against the devil that was in the alter before

you even attended church? Wonder shall never deviate from consistency.

Chukwudi could not see his shadow praying against the blackman let

alone of a transfigured and baptized devil. He wanted to power the

engine of the cab, but life was full of blood. The legislator

allegedly accused him of a damage of property, thereby infringing his

right for property ownership.

As the case got out of hand, Chukwudi met Ajuka, who motioned him to a

ritualist. The man, Ekenjo, told him to stab a mirror. When he did it,

behold, the image of his wife appeared. That was how he lost his wife.

When he reached home, he mumbled "The agonies of life is more than the

joys of it."

During the burial of Madam Chukwudi, the legislator attended the

ceremony. He apologised to Chukwudi that he was sorry. He said that

the cab was not his. His mechanic repaired his car and drove in it,

but it spoilt along the way. The mechanic died on an accident when he

wanted to travel back for his stationeries. Someone left the damaged

cab there. Chukwudi stabbed himself after the hearing.

After some minutes, police surrounded the arena. They arrested

indiscriminately. As they were allegedly arresting, robbers were

vomiting through their barrels. One of the victims sneaked to snitch

the ọlọpa (police).

When he got to the scene, the police equivocally arrested him. He

disclosed his mission. Immediately the police got the information,

they swiftly ran into a hut in a nearby farm. After some hours— when

the robbers had left, the police entered with their siren and arrested

people and called them "suspects."

BY NWIGBOJI FRANKLIN,

FRANKLIN IS THE AUTHOR OF THE GENTLE WOLF, THE VOICE OF THE MASSES,

TRAGIC LOVERS AND OTHERS.

Kofi Oppong Kyekyeku

I am a Ghanaian Broadcast Journalist/Writer who has an interest in General News, Sports, Entertainment, Health, Lifestyle and many more.

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