I DON'T HAVE A FATHER (Story)

I DON'T HAVE A FATHER


 My name is Caleb but my friends call me "bad-d" which means a bastard. If I had my own way, I would have been born by Mr. Rasaq, the popular chain smoker. At least having one irresponsible father is better than having none.

My nickname became popular than my name which at times clouds my mindset. Call me Caleb, I may not answer you on time but call me "bad-d", instantly I know you just called me. It all started from my secondary school when the English teacher Mr. Tunde asked us to describe ourselves.

 '...you mean you don't know your parent?'

" yes sir, I don't know if they are still alive, but my grandma said they both dump me at her doorstep some 13 years back and since then, she hasn't seen them."

' do you know what and who a bastard is?' "Yes sir, someone who do not have a Father " I replied.

 ''Yes, both father and mother and who do not know his/her parent like you". ''Like me?'' I asked back,

'Yes like you. Which means, you are a bastard'.


 Amidst the seventy laughter's that filled the air of the Jss 3 class of college community school, I cried.

 'Class we have a BAD-D, aka bastard'.

 The class went wild with another round missed with laughter, mocking and booing as the stupid teacher left the class. Oh! I wish I wasn't born to experience today . Oh! I wished I can just kill myself now.


 #Freestyle #Sketchbook #Somethingtodo #Keepingbusy #Firetwopromise #©Orire'18. DISCUSSION: is it proper for a teacher/guardians/an adult to call a child a bastard? Even when he is?