My Pride 5
CHAPTER FIVE I eyed the street I grew up in, this very street made me tough, it taught me how to stand up for myself. The tall trees that stood at the corners of the boulevard which separated each building from each other, the tall fences that shielded one house from the other so that one’s neighbour had no idea what was going on in the other yard. I miss home, especially those times my friends would call me every day by 5:30 pm for block rosary. We will first stop at Pa’ Emeka’s yard to pluck mangoes and have him chase us in his feeble legs as he cursed at us while we laughed, feeling the adrenaline rush through our veins as we ran off. Because of my petite form I was always the one who would climb the tree. I put into practice one of the advantage of having brothers. I was skillful it was almost impossible not to take me along at every escapades. I wind down to let the sweet July air hit me on the face as the driver drives through the street. The air smelled different. ...