Has his mother encouraged him, she remembered her ex husband, Prieto's father and bursted into a painful tears. She cried while talking " God will judge your father for living us alone through this struggle", still sobing. Her thoughts flashed on the past and the intensity of her tears increased, as she kept talking. Enhen! Ehen! They thought its was finished with me", Prieto's mother lamented, is this not my son?". She held Prieto in her hands, holding him close to her chest. Saying, "is this not the fruit of my womb that has completed his tertiary education, now going for his National Youth Service to complete the rest of his education to shame her enemies?". She wiped her face off tears, placing her right hand on Prieto's head. Speaking blessings on him. My boy! As you go, nothing evil will ever come near your dwelling over there. Amen; Prieto said. Every expectations of the evil ones towards you, shall be condemned. Amen; Prieto responded. Good things pertaining to life will never elude you, and you will keep meeting helpers of destiny everyday of your life. Amen! ! ! Prieto emphasized. A good wife you shall find to bear you beautiful children. After she finished her prayers, she released Prieto from her tight embrace, wiping off her eyes from tears. Prieto hugged her mother again to stop crying, promising her that things will get better.
They both sat next to themselves in a moment of silence. Then his mother excused herself, to do her normal routine at the backyard. She was trying to start up a fire in the kitchen to cook, so she needed fire wood. The reason she went fetching for firewood.
She got into the kitchen hut; "oooh! all this goat that comes around here", they have poured away the red oil I placed here". Had I know, I would have remembered to place it on top of this barn. Talking to herself in the kitchen. Prieto peeped through the parlour's broken window to the backyard, looking at his mother as she tried to carry up the four litters gallon. The oil already poured on the sand, the remnants was quite small. Prieto decided to go see her at the backyard, " mummy what is going on?" asking his mother, who was busy cleaning and wiping off the kitchen floor. It is this goat them ooo, they have come to scatter this place for me. Aaah! Prieto standing behind his mother on attempt to render a helping hand, " so this was what this goat were busy tumbling down, with their tussle in here that I did not know. So mummy, what do we do now? I don't know my son.
Without any hesitation, Prieto quickly went inside the house to take some cash, from the kept fund. He counted out #10,000 from the money because he knew his mother needed it, to make up with the wasted oil spillage. Mummy here; stretching out his arms to his mother to give the money he went inside the house for. His mother saw the money in his hands and asked him, why he had to go bring from the money giving to him", he told his mother not to worry, Prieto said he believe the money is more than enough for him to Start out to the camp. Persuading his mother further that, he would work during service at the camp and will be entitled to monthly salary. Mummy! "don't worry just take this one first, to purchase things you need in the kitchen at the moment". Okay! but be mindful of how you touch that money before you travel oo. His mother exclaimed. He said to his mother no problems. "I will be mindful mummy". His mother further stressed on her point, " I don't want you to go far outter the village, I need you to stay indoors before your traveling". "I know the village people, and I don't want you to start giving uncalled help to anyone". Mind you, I didnt just say be mindful of how you touch the money for nothing". Prieto sighed; after a while, he answered mummy I have heard you. His mother pleaded with him, in all understanding and hurried to the market same evening to buy the things she needed. Prieto walked back inside, thinking about the next best thing to do, going to the river.
He went inside, picked up the soap and sponge case, his towels and took a stroll on foot to the river. As he was going, he remembered his weed, ahhhh! My blunt, he said. He quickly hurried back to the house to pick it, at this time it was getting closer to night fall. He started again on his Walk to the river. He walked passed unusual route this time, at the roads where palm oil is been processed. On the ground of the mines, to the road where Prieto passed were palm kernel seeds. He walked stepping on this seeds. At a distance, one could sight the Onoku river, Prieto made his way closer. On getting to the river bank, by the right is a bamboo stand made as hanger. There he hung his clothes, towel and belongings. He took out a packet of rizla and laced the marijuana leaves in it, wrapping it up to light. Prieto firstly, made his way into the river swimming here and there to the deep. He swam more to the deep waters, moving under water on his way back to the shallow. Walking out of the waters, he reached for his wrapped blunt and the lighter. Slaash! Slaash! the lighter spark, and the ignition makes light to the tip of the Blunt. He smoked slowly, watching the wave on the Waters. Prieto took some more puffs from the smoke, looking at the whole fumes of the smoke to his face, at the same time not loosing his sight on the water wave, drifting at the surface of the river. He knew his experience at the river will take a long time again.