False Accusations

I have always been myself and try as much not to get into other people's shoes. I don't like making trouble. Also, I don't want any form of trouble for my existence. At times some people tag me as a funny soul, but that same self is also tagged boring by some other people, and to some, I am just a serious fellow. All of them said it well because you can only tell the side I showed you about myself.

When I was done with secondary school and was in a phase of my life where the confusion was at its peak, I had my plans for my future and how I wanted it to look, but there are some circumstances where you just can’t deny what fate has in place for you.

The confusion I had back then was that I wanted to study Microbiology at the university but even getting admitted into the university became a big deal not to mention getting a course of my choice. Either I am offered admission to study something entirely different or I am not offered admission at all.

That way I have spent about two years at home after secondary school.

“Years would keep counting on if you don't find something to do”, dad advised me one of those days.

I had to think of something better and worth my time. Maybe some kind of training where I can grab some additional skills that will aid me in university.

It was also about that time that the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board JAMB decided to have their exams as computer-based tests instead of the written exams they normally conduct.

Abdulqudus, It's time you acquire some computer skills. Mum spoke softly while I was alone with her in the sitting room.

Ooh. Then I will have to. Because I need to know how to operate the computer for my upcoming exams. I added.

Don’t worry when your dad is back we will discuss more about it.

Okay, ma. Thank you ma. I left the sitting room that day.

I never knew Dad and Mum had already discussed it before putting it forward to me. The next morning Dad called me and told me to get dressed and that I was going to start my computer training that day.

Wow. I was overwhelmed with joy, at least I wouldn't be sitting at home alone all day. But I also had mixed feelings because I couldn't tell what the computer center would look like, the people I would be working with, what my boss would look like, and the comfort I might get from meeting new people.

Dad headed for the direction of the computer training center I had in mind, but instead of branching there, he continued. The next center is that of my uncle’s wife. Oooh. That wasn’t where I wanted. I wanted a neutral training center. But I can't say anything other than to follow Dad’s lead.

When we got there, I registered and was given some handouts for the training. For the first month I didn't relate much with both the students and my boss. Then gradually I got myself familiar with them. We started having interesting conversations and making jokes too.

I felt I had met with the right people, but the only problem was my boss. I don't know why she was always that way. Whenever she is not around, everyone will have fun, chat, and relax. But as soon as she steps in, the atmosphere changes immediately. Everyone remains mute and fake concentration.

It has been that way for some time and I had no issues with it, not until she decided to bounce on me. She realized that I have been getting some attention from other students, they will always want to be around me and ask questions about what’s not clear to them. After a while, she started keeping her eye on me and would scold me even when I did nothing wrong.

One day while Dad was on his way back home from work, she was outside the training center and then saw my dad pass by. She called him without hesitation. I knew something would happen.

Sir! How’s work, sir? She welcomed him with a smile.

Work is fine. Thanks to God and how is your son doing? Dad inquired

Yes, daddy. That's the reason why I called you sir. It’s because of Abdulqudus. She responded with a serious look.

At that point, I was summoned to their presence.

Daddy, Abdulqudus has been running after ladies too much, he seems to have lost focus of what he came here to study. All he does is play with ladies.

Oooh. I was shocked. I couldn’t hold my aggression anymore. But Dad already signaled to me so I sustained it.

She added a lot more and gave fast statements about my behavior. I was already boiling inside of me.

Dad concluded He is your son, you can do whatever you like to him.
Then, she smiled and looked at my face with a strange smile on her face. I knew that was wickedness.

When I got home that day, Dad consoled me to endure the little time left to complete my training there.

During the last three months, completing the training was hell for me. Instead of closing in with others, I will remain there working heavily till night. It became an experience I couldn’t forget.