Tales of an African student
Chapter 1
“Oh, shit my monthly allowance has finished. Is it too early? Oh wait no it isn’t, the last time I received my allowance was on the 28th of February and today is March 28th. Let me tell daddy”, he ponders as he opens his bank app while sitting down at a table in the small room that is his school's library.
He closes the app and opens WhatsApp to text his dad;
“Daddy please my money has finished”
His dad replies;
“Your upkeep is on every 5th of the month”
“But that’s not true, you haven’t been sending me my allowance on the 5th”, he cries to himself in his head and then replies,
“I didn't know”
because he fears that his father’s fragile ego and erroneous judgement would escalate the matter if he should point out the truth. After all, he’s done it many times before. His dad replies again;
“That is the norms”
That was it. The dagger had been pushed into his chest, laced not with poison but disappointment, sadness, disgust, and self-pity all seeping into his heart. The only words he could muster were, “Nawa o”. Words used often to hide sorrow and deep frustration. In his head, he wonders,” Is he actually going to end it there? Did he not acknowledge the fact that…
