LOOKING BACK AT HOW I STARTED


AUTHOR/WRITER: TERIBA NIMOTA.I

Wake up! Its 6 o’clock already, get the beans cake for sale before it gets late. This was the kind of life I grew up in. My mum would wake up 4 o’clock  in the morning, to make beans cake while I wake up by 6 o’clock to help with the sales before going to school. I was thankful for the life at least because with my mum by my side everything feels good. I get to school late atimes, which warrant pinishment from the teachers. There are times I’d be accused of things I didn’t do in class just because everyone felt I was poor enough to steal, I’d been punish for things I didn’t do but that didn’t stop me from making my mummy proud with my grades.  I could go through any pain just to see her happy, so all I went through was fine with me as long as I had my mum.
I got back from school one evening in a good mood, I did really good in my moc examination, I was about sharing the good news with my mum but I didn’t see her in the room. It was late, where could my mum be? I pulled my uniform, in an attempt to go find my mum. I went to the streets where she hawked all the time, but she wasn’t there, I was about heading back home when I saw a group of people gathered by the side of the road shouting “she’s a thief, justice must be served” they kept on beating this woman with all sort of object, saying this isn’t the first time, your type has been the ones stealing from us now we caught you. We would punish you before handing you over to the police. I left the spot I was standing just to go see what was happening, as I tired entering the midst of the people gathered, a man handed me a stick and shouted join us in beating her, she is a thief, she and her people has been the one stealing our things. As I got closer, all I could hear is a woman saying please, I’m innocent in a very faint voice which could not be heard if one doesn’t move close enough. I got very close, then I realised it was my mum that was been beating. I couldn’t contain my tears as I screamed Mummy!!! She was covered with blood. Please stop it, she’s my mum, she’s not a thief, I said to them. They didn’t stop, as they kept on beating her. I manged to get her out of the place, but she was too weak to walk. I carried her on my back while I ran, the beating didn’t stop, until we were out of sight.
Back at home, I couldn’t bear to see my mum like this, I couldn’t stop crying. I got her cleaned  up, while I made her lie on our already flat bed. While I went out to get her some drugs with the little money we made from the sales of bean cake. When I got back inside, she was crying. What’s wrong with you mum?  Why are you crying?  I’m sorry for bringing this embarrassment to you, she said in a faint voice. Did you steal mummy? I asked in tears. Yes I did, I did steal, I stole the woman’s phone. I couldn’t bring myself to sell it so I thought I should return it. It was at the cause of returning it that I got caught, for I was trying to put it back in her bag just the way I took it, she said. I couldn’t stop crying while I asked her why she stole the money?I did it for you, Your teacher told me about you writing jamb, I know I won’t  get the money from this petty business so I used that as an opportunity. I want you to go to the university, so you can end all our sufferings. I want you to reach great height, I want you re weite our history. She said, while she fell asleep. My tears couldn’t stop flowing like river, my mum stole for me. Can I make her proud? Can I do all she wants? Yes I’ve to, I can’t make all these go in vain. I thought to myself while I feel asleep.
I woke up to a sound of cough, it was my mum coughing, she was not just coughing, she was coughing out blood. I tried getting her water at least because I was confuse at that moment, I didn’t know what to do. I went to get water but on coming back, her condition has gotten worse. She was crying and at the same time was saying my name “Ekundayo don’t forget all I said to you” those were her last words before she gave up the ghost. I knew that was the end of my life.
I knew I had to adhere to all she said so I continued with the beans cake business, I’d wake up the time my mum use to wake up, I’d make it and sell it. That was how I lived till I graduated from secondary school. I knew I had to make my mum last wishes come true, I had good grades in my  final exams, all I needed was funds for my education.
I was on my way back from the beans cake sales when I sighted a cobbler shop, I went into the shop but it was owned by an old man. I told him about my intention to become a cobbler too, he said I could start training the next day.I got back to his shop the next day to start the training which I did for two years before gaining an admission into the university. The old man took care of me and also accommodated me when my mum’s rent expired.  He couldn’t help with my school funds, as he was a poor man too. I got little money from the slippers I make for student, that was my life all through the university.
I graduated with second class upper and I continued helping the old man at shop because getting job wasn’t easy. Until one day, when an old rich customer of the old man came to our shop to make shoes too. He came back again after some weeks to get his shoes when he saw me
I’ve been seeing you here for long, is this where you work? The man asked. Yes, he is my son. He’s been working here since he graduated from the university because he couldn’t get a job, the old man said.  What did you study in school, the man asked? I studied accounting, I replied. Okay here’s my card, reach out to me by next week because I’m going out of the counyty now. Its very difficult to see young guys of your age working diligently, they can’t do work like this but they want to make money, the rich man said.
Behold, the man got me a job in his company as an accountant. Things weren’t easy as the manager hated me because of his own silly interest. I discovered he use to steal the company’s money, so in an attemThe beans cake business, I’d wake up the time my mum use to wake up, I’d make it and sell it. That was how I lived till I graduated from secondary school. I knew I had to make my mum last wishes come true, I had grades in my  final exams, all I needed was funds for my education.
I was on my way back from the beans cake sales when I sighted a cobbler shop, I went into the shop but it was owned by an old man. I told him about my intention to become a cobbler too, he said I could start training the next day.I got back to his shop the next day to start the training which I did for two years before gaining an admission into the university. The old man took care of me and also accommodated me when my mum’s rent expired.  He couldn’t help with my school funds, as he was a poor man too. I got little money from the slippers I make for student, that was my life all through the university.
I graduated with second class upper and I continued helping the old man at shop because getting job wasn’t easy. Until one day, when a rich man came to our shop to make shoes too. He came back again after some weeks to get his shoes when he saw me
I’ve been seeing you here for long, is this where you work? The man asked. Yes, he is my son. He’s been working here since he graduated from the university because he couldn’t get a job, the old man said.  What did you study in school, the man asked? I studied accounting, I replied. Okay here’s my card, reach out to me by next week because I’m going out of the counyty now. Its very difficult to see young guys of your age working diligently, they can’t do work like this but they want to make money
Behold, the man got me a job in his company as an accountant. Things weren’t easy as the manager hated me because of his own silly interest. I discovered steals the company’s money, so in an attempt to cover his own tracks, he accused me of being the money thief as I was sacked from the office after words.
After some months, I got a call from the company to come over, I got there and a panel was set in which an investigation was carried out immediately. I think they already knew the manager was the thief, but they wanted him to know that they know. They apologised for their wrongs. I became the Managing director of the company, I also opened my own cobbler company. I guess I made my mother proud and I fufilled her dreams. Today, I can gladly say I’m a successful man
What would be your excuse for not being successful? You all want to make fast money and be like every rich man you see but you’ve forgotten that there’s always a story behind every success, no pain no gain.

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I am Teriba Nimota Ideraoluwa, I was born in Ogun state, into a family of eight, I'm the second child of the family and the first female child. Anike is a name my mum calls me whenever I'm sad , Anike is my Oriki (praise name). continue here...