Pains and pleasures, love and hatred,
peace and worries, fears and faith, joy and sorrow…. Mixed emotions I have
lived with in this over thirty years of my existence but one thing I am so sure
of is in all things I give thanks to God. From childhood to being who I am
today, I have built friendship and caused hatred, made relationships and broken
many hearts, loved and have been loved and sincerely I’ve had my share of heart
breaks also. The celebration is about to
get jiggy as friends are so willing to share their Saturday with me in this new
Port Harcourt city I found myself. But I must leave my fans with something so
interesting on my birthday.
Exactly 10 years ago in the ancient city
of Benin, there lived a girl called Rolly. She is an example of a beauty. She had
a ideal shape and good looks. Her diction was perfect and her morals were on
point. Her personality was heavenly as she can pass for the most decent girl in
the city but something exposed the other side of her. She wasn’t all we knew
her to be….. and in the course of my life I celebrated a birthday that got her
invited and the whole episode started. Rolly was the pride of every man in the
city. Daddies queued like they needed a second or third wife in her, uncles
oppressed us at her presence and even pastors and reverend fathers acted like
they have to lead her to Christ. But all these people were misplaced just for
me.
The hassles of getting all set for a
celebration isn’t that easy. Moving from one point to another and getting to
make sure the dj was on point not to talk of drinks being chilled and food
being ready. I didn’t know what a party planner was called then and the whole arrangement
was based on little resources daddy and uncles gave me coupled with the little
one i could steal.
I called all the girls I could
remember in Benin and some guys so that my party could be the talk of the town.
At 2 pm I had like 16 girls in my house for a party that was to start by 4pm. The
dj started with some slow songs and the atmosphere was going to be turned up
later. Dad and mum had left the house for me thus the whole essence was misbehavior.
For the first time it took me close to thirty to pick the right cloth to wear
and afterwards I decided something simple would be better. The sitting room was
crowded which was against our plans thus
we controlled the crowd by moving them outside but I saw someone was struggling
to get in. I looked at Susan as she was struggling to get in and I paved the
way for her. In a bit the sitting room was cleared and there was free flow of
human. Drinks were in excess and the whole house looked like a love garden. Sincerely
I felt like Gatsby at one of his parties.
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| happy birthday storyteller |
Girlfriends were beefing themselves
as they all wanted my attention. Vera was with my room key, as Omo was wearing
a jersey with my name printed on it. Zara was with my car key as Tina was coordinating
the servers. All of them were showing relevance at a future that doesn't belong
to them. Susan was on the phone as she stepped out of the gate and the entrance
was a gift. I turned back when she tapped my shoulder and with a sigh of surprise;
beside her was Rolly. I wiped my hands clean on my cloths to give her a hand
shake but the words that came out of Susan’s mouth was “Hunter this is my gift
to you on your birthday….. Take good care of her”. Sheepishly like a sheep led
to the slaughter she came close to me and publicly for the first time in my
life I gave a kiss openly.
The so called birthday gift was the
beginning of what happened to me and I call this story the hunter’s trail. My name
is Emeka Hunter and ………………………………………
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