Whirlwind of Fate 1

Whirlwind of Fate 1

When you hear life is unfair, indeed there are people you see out there and you know indeed that life is indeed not fair…
The early morning sun sipped in through the worn out torn window curtain. It was the only curtain in the near empty passage like room. Idari did not mind the bad condition of his room as he rolled down from wood like bed in low spirit. The sunlight was an indication that the dawn was almost long gone.
Headed towards the small door that separated the room from the rowdy outside world, Idari picked up the bucket, unbolted the two pranks that served as his source of escape and headed outside.
He knew that it wouldn’t be easy the moment he stepped into the beehive compound. Houses that looked like mini huts clustered at every available corner like anthills. The houses was worst than squalor with dirty gutters that emits bad odours and bread grandfather mosquitoes that takes excuse from the inhabitants before it sucks on them, yet this is where Idari found himself dwelling.
The compound with over fifty occupants and families breeding up to eight to ten children living in a cupboard like room has the lowest house rent of one thousand, five hundred naira only. It was due to it’s affordability that Idari choosed that compound when he entered the city. This was after he has spent six months sleeping on the streets, bridges and empty shoes while selling sachet water (as it was the most lucrative business for new city comers) before finally settling for barrow pushing which he hires at the rate of two hundred naira everyday.
When Idari saw the lineup of people waiting to draw the murky water from the well and the lineup of those waiting to take their bath that morning, he gave up, he knew he might have to wait for 4-5 hours to do both. He chooses to go out for work instead. If he came back earlier he might be lucky to draw water and have a bath (not necessarily a good bath due to the murky nature of the well water.) It was the dry season and water was lacking, it was so bad the Idari has not been able to bath for three days now, he knew he was already smelling but who cares?
He swallowed hard and it hurt him. His patched throat reminded him that he drank water only once yesterday. Getting good water is rare due to the lack of water and sachet water was only meant for the average citizens and can water for the toppers. Idari knew this and was lucky when he saw a careless ten naira laying on the ground in the market yesterday. He had thanked his God and has quickly used the money to buy pure water. As he headed inside and donned his overly dirty torn shirt, he wondered what the day held in store for him…

TO BE CONTINUED



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