Uloko: The Plight of a Lad

 


The time is past 5 am, my azaan (alarm)  rings, no chance to go back to bed. Uloko wants to sleep but, I've got to wake brush my teeth, and make ablution, to face my creator in total submission (salat). Now I'm done asking for my daily bread, but deep down, I hope to own the bakery so I won't have to bother.


I take a shower, prepare for the day ahead. For I am ignorant of  what today has instore for me. Like the bird, I have no barn nor silo to store for tomorrow. What I see (of food), I survive with.


I get wages for my labor, sometimes I am uncertain, do I possess the right to complain? cause this is too meager for an adult. Keke (bucket tricycle) boy in the day, vulcanizer at night. I am a just boy (none of these belong to me). After I eat and buy body pain medications, nothing will be left for me to save. So, tomorrow I have to go again. Yet the society thinks I am lazy.


I used to dream big, but the older I get, the smaller my dreams turned. Should I blame the society or I should blame myself? My peers are doing it(I choose not to mention), but I claim it's morally wrong, and a dent on my upbringing, my cultural values, let me hold on to my moral standing. Keep deceiving your ancient-self, 'Mr. Morality'(so said my peers). Sometimes they'd say; He's too self righteous, he thinks he knows it all, he hasn't seen the real reality. No matter how hard I try, this life is not for me. 


This is not an attitude, it is the way I am. Lemme just do the sweat to survive the plight. Uloko, can you cope with this? At least, my mind mind will be at rest in the end.


®Ahmed Salim Jn ✍️ 

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