ACROSS THE BRIDGE
March 2, 2021
When I knocked on the door nobody opened immediately. I was just about lo leave when my aunt came to the door smiling. There was no doubt she was exuberant and in a kings mood. I could not figure out the cause of her exuberance but I was equally cautious.
Ever since I moved in and stayed in my aunt’s house, life has been a hell here on earth. We lived from hand to mouth, life for us was hard nut to crack. I abhorred the fact that all my allies were well off while I was languishing pauper.
My aunt started humming a tune which she rarely did, an inkling that she was in seventh heaven. “Job, I have found a job.” She said blurted but I was utterly bewildered since fortune seemed to have knocked on our door. I also had a job, too ashamed to reveal it, I was eminent drug trafficker.
It all started when I met Sam, my ally, or so I thought. We were birds of a feather and we enjoyed each other’s company. He was well off and that was what attracted me most to him. Sam was ugly deserving only a mother’s natural love. His character and personality was pathetic. I had to swallow the bitter and at least earn a living.
He not only introduced me to drugs but also made me a drug trafficker. As long as I got money I cared the less about my possible danger.
My life changed drastically. My apparels were designer labels and my posh cars were nothing compared to my mansions. I met manifolds of personalities. I mingled with the high and the mighty and I felt worthy every time I was with the cream of creation. Life seemed too good to be true.
I had finally crossed the bridge, not just an ordinary bridge, but the gap between nobody and somebody.
I contributed the lions share in providing the basic needs in my aunt’s home. I prefer not telling my aunt where I got the money. She was egocentric and I thought she may ruin my life again.
“I will be a waiter,” she finally said. I smiled sheepishly, only hoping that destiny will once again rescue my foolish actions. Whatever the case I had crossed the bridge.