AKIN SASA

The letter

   Mayowa my son, I have made many mistakes in my life. Before I am taken to the gallows I know that I must write this letter to you. Actions have consequences and I know that what I have done can never be forgiven. When you grow up do read this. I love you very much my son.

As a black seventeen year old boy with little or no privileges and still being under colonisation by the British, it was very tough in the village and while thinking of where my next food will come from, my sister whom I find very annoying barged into my dilapidated room and began screaming and shouting not minding if she was disrupting the peaceful sleep someone near may be having....well I don't blame her, she's just an eight year old girl..very immature. She told me that mama was calling me to do my morning chores. At 4:30 am  I had to walk 5km to the nearest stream to fetch water. Due to lack of footwear I found leg injuries a normality thanks to extreme poverty.
   
    After I filled the water pots I was very tired and dizzy and so I decided to go and sleep inside. Approaching the room mama called me to slice she wood.. I didn't even look at her. On the clay bed I was in another world of peace and tranquillity.... Little did I know that mama had the only shoes she ever had in her hand and used it to beat me to stupor... With sores all over my body I got angry and threw the shoe into the bush.

My son... She got possessed with a demon...and ran crazy....knowing I was faster and more agile, I ran very quick almost half naked. That was how I got the nickname " the son of sceva" on the road I started thinking about life and a major thought was " in that devilish house, what exactly was the difference between me and a slave. Am I just a property or a true son to mama"

   Am still waiting for answers.