PRODIGAL SON
PRODIGAL SON He looked down at his legs, at his belly, extended his hands sideways and looked at them by turns. It was covered by cement mixture and dust. “Uchenna”, he hummed with reverence, with wonder. How did I get here? “ Nobody wey no fit to make am oooh” sang Ibrahim from a distance. Uchenna turned to look at Ibrahim. There was something fascinating about the man. He noticed how the man kept working, supplying blocks, mixing water and cement with joy. He admired the way Ibrahim carried out his work diligently as if his very life depends on the work. Surely! His life depends on the work. The daily pay of one thousand naira that he had to take home to his wife and six children. How did eight of them live in a single room. Are the rats? The thought of it caused him biliousness. He counted the numbers with his fingers like how nursery children did when learning figures. One, two, three, four, five, six…, that man is a strong man fa. He smiled to himself. “ Make una