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When the Obvious Truth is Ignored- Part 1


Uchechukwu has always loved the buzz, hip-hop and parties. His life has always revolved around them โ€“ the girls, the parties, the brews and the expensive liquor. The time that fatherโ€™s one hundred and fifty-thousand Naira was missing, I and father knew it was Uchechukwu but mother will not side with us. He disappeared and resurfaced after one month with a story of a kidnapping that had his hands and legs tied, his face masked. I wondered why the kidnappers didnโ€™t call for a ransom. I could see it on fatherโ€™s face, the disbelief and lack of trust in his words. But mother would belief every word he said, standing close to him peering closely, feeling his face, raising his hand and opening his back to see if the supposed kidnappers harmed her son. Father wanted to hand him over to the police but, mother wouldnโ€™t let him.

He kept stealing from my parents.


That was not the first time Uche would disappear from home and come back with stories of fairy tales. The other time motherโ€™s prideful jewelries and hollandis wrappers went missing, the ones she probably would have sold at her shop in Ariaria Main Market, Uche went missing too for a week. If it was coincidence that Uche disappeared by chance or on purpose anytime a thing of value went missing mother should have solved the puzzle as I and father had in a long time. But for some unknown reason this puzzle seemed to elude mother.

While we were growing up, Uche would come home with some kind of friends, the ones that lurked at me lustfully. I never really liked them because I felt unsafe around them. They would come to the house lurking not just at me but at everything else that seemed valuable. That was how the wall clock Aunt Ijeoma – motherโ€™s sister brought from Paris that had different time zones went missing. That was how the sculpture by fatherโ€™s bed disappeared, the sculpture of the Great Pyramid. That was how fatherโ€™s grey metallic wrist watch also went missing. Each of the times, father would inquire from him in his thunderous angered voice, โ€œUche, where is that wall clock?โ€ โ€œUche where is my watch?โ€ โ€œUche where is that sculpture by my bed?โ€ I believed they sold it for some money worth less than the market value to appease their immediate yearnings for cannabis, indian hemp and the other things that hallucinated their thinking and caused them to momentarily lose their grip on reality. The only valuable thing that they lustfully lurked at and couldnโ€™t take was me.

Uche knew that if any harm ever came on me that father would not only call the police on him but will ensure he was imprisoned with his mates. The first time I ever complained to father was when Obinna, one of Ucheโ€™s friends that most disgusted me for his toady eyes, his slouch stature and broad nose that was always too wide, tucked at my skirt when I passed in between them while they were seated at the sitting room. Father and mother had gone for evening prayers at St. Peterโ€™s Cathedral.

Father would not only call the police..

Obinna did not only tuck at my skirt but slammed his palm on my buttocks. It so much annoyed me that I took a snobbish look at him and back to Uche who was supposed to be defending me but busy laughing with other friends in the sitting room at having slammed at my buttocks. When father came back with mother, I narrated everything to him leaving no stone unturned. I even spiced it up. I was surprised at the outrage that came upon father, at the anger that consumed him, one that I had never seen before. He called Uche, told me to make my complaint again and asked Uche if it was true in a tempered voice. Before Ucheโ€™s stammering would end, he slapped him on the cheek, held him by the throat against the wall, kicked him to the ground and was pouncing on him as a lion would on its prey when mother intervened. Mother would always intervene. Father was still too furious that he left him with mother on the marbled floor of the sitting room and walked out to the corridor of balusters.

I had never felt such pity for Uche before in my entire existence. He was pleading, his red eyes had assumed guilt, pity, and confession before father slammed him on the marbled floor and mother rushed in to his rescue. At that moment I felt remorse for having reported him. For having spiced up my complaint. I never knew father would grow that angry. I never knew that a mere tucking of my skirts and a slam of a teenage palm on my buttocks would arouse fatherโ€™s unprecedented anger. The last words father said before he left the sitting room was, โ€œif you ever let those your stupid, undisciplined, ungodly friends into this house again, I will kill you.โ€ โ€œif they ever lay their hands on Nmaโ€™s fifteen year old body again, I will cut it off myself.โ€ That was the moment Uche knew that under any circumstance I was forbidden for his friends. That was also the moment he stopped bringing Obinna with the others into the house. He started staying away from home more than he slept at home. Father didnโ€™t inquire more, maybe because he perceived that he was already a lost course. Even when he started bringing in expensive phones, longer and bigger chains that slung from his neck and bigger boots like the ones won by American Wrap artists, father didnโ€™t say a word anymore to him. That was five years ago.

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The night before he was reprimanded at the police station, he came home late. He had been away from home for a week. On National Television we watched the news of a robbery at Osisioma in Aba. The reporter reported that the robbers had packed an SUV directly opposite the bank for more than four days. What the bankers did not know was that the robbers had their ammunitions parked in that SUV for the operation. In the midmorning of the robbery day they had gone straight to the SUV, opened it and swerved their arms out and started to shoot into the air. They killed two, injured five and carted away with more than twenty million naira.

I knew something was up when he came home…

That night Uche came home. He was hesitant, not at peace and spoke in a camouflaged calming manner. I knew something was up. But I couldnโ€™t have likened it to the robbery we were all watching on the news. The next morning, we were surrounded; our apartment was pestered by police men, armed and unarmed, guarding the gates and knocking at our door. When mother opened the door they swam past her in agitation asking for Uchechukwu.

As if they knew where his room was, they caught him, cuffed him and walked him out. Mother was busy ranting, asking the calm unarmed police man who was the last to leave the house why they were arresting Uche, he told her that he was a suspect in a bank robbery at Osiosioma. She had denied it, she had pleaded with the unarmed police to let her son go that he was no thief. She had defended him saying that his son had never stolen his entire life, that he was one that never looked for trouble. The disbelief that graced my eyes, the disappointment that slammed my ears at motherโ€™s words made me uncomfortable. Maybe Uche had come to belief these same words mother has defended his actions with over the years. Maybe he had come to view his own actions from the lens with which mother had come to see him – a good son who would never stir up trouble to guise and do whatever he wanted. Father wasnโ€™t home. He had travelled to Lagos two days before the incident. If father was home, he would have been indifferent and let them take him away. It would not have disappointed him as mother had done.


Stay tuned for Part 2 next week Thursday. Please like, share and comment what you have learnt from this story. Many thanks.


We are elated to present our newest contributor, Hope Ekeh Jr @hopeekehjr Hope is an Entreprenuer, Speaker, Writer, Blogger, Author and Lecturer. The author behind โ€œWhen the Obvious Truth is Ignoredโ€ and other topics that are a combination of short stories that explores Nigeria and Africa as a whole. It also centres on connectedness of men to women, parents to children and the larger society.

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  1. It’s surprising how Uchechukwu’s mother refused to see the clear signs in front of her. Perhaps is she had realized earlier like her husband and daughter, her beloved son wouldn’t have graduated form petty theft to a full scale bank robbery.

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  2. It’s surprising how Uchechukwu’s mother refused to see the clear signs in front of her. Perhaps is she had realized earlier like her husband and daughter, her beloved son wouldn’t have graduated form petty theft to a full scale bank robbery.

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  3. Hmmmmmmmm
    Let me start from here
    No matter who the person is to u
    Ur child, ur husband, ur wife whoever
    Always say the truth to the person in the sense that if the person does wrong tell d person in a nice way that what he or she did is wrong
    Mind you don’t go shouting it to the person or in public place it doesn’t help

    Eve if the person refuses to stop don’t stop telling d person that what he or she is doing is wrong because one day he or she will realize assuming uche mum has cautioned him or punished him at his early stage things won’t be bad as it is now

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    • This story here is talking about a child in a family whose mother is in support of his wayward acts while his father and his sister are against his actions, his last decision to Rob a bank left his family two sided as his mother defend him with lies. I pointed that punishing him at early stage would have been okay than the disappointing end of his life.

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    • Quite a captivating story we have here,Id like to add that charity begins at home, in some homes today its not just the mother, its the father at times its the both parents, people judging uche’s mother i wouldn’t quite say they are right,she musthave done so because no mother would want to see her child as a bad person. I’ll add that families should take out time to teach and discipline their children, train them in a godly manner.
      Children as well I’d say we all should be mindful of our behaviours, little things lead to bigger things, the more you lie and get away with it, the more the hunger to do so grows, just like uche in this story, the little things he took maybe he would have said to himself, it doesnt matter afterall its just small. but little by little the hunger for more for bigger things came. As they say money intoxicates and thats how he got to be where he is now…
      Beautiful story indeed. I think the whole world should see this.. can’t wait to see how it ends.

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  4. Uchechukwu’s mother refused to see what was in front of her,instead she ignored every signs, her son wouldn’t have end up being a disgrace

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  5. Hmmmm. This story depicts how majority of the spoilt rich kids turn out to become, despite the fathers incessant warnings, Uchechukwu’s mother encouraged and continued to condone his misbehaviours and reckless acts which resulted into his present predicament. With the help of bad influence, we can all see where it all ends.

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  6. Uchechukwu is a child in a family, whose mother is always taking sides with him, in all his endeavours good, bad or worse… She just lusts him too much, thinking she loves him because he is her favorite child… This is one thing about loving a child over another, she over pampered him and that led to his destruction…

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  7. Uche’s mother should have seen the signs… Mothers are prone to supporting their male children and being blind to their antics

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  8. This story here is similar to what is going on in some families. Whereby a child chooses to behave wayward and not follow advices from people. Sometimes, like in this case a parent is in support of the person which makes things worse. It almost, always has a similar ending… being caught. There is a lesson to learn here for the present generation since such behaviors doesn’t have a good end. Am looking forward to the rest of the story ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  9. Over pampering a child is the worst problem in the family. It is what our parents do with us now, that will stick on us forever if care not taken. That is the problem I think we should solve. Its a huge story to learn from.. Thanks

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    • He will be up to something that’s it the matter of fact is that the problem I think we should solve. Its a huge story to learn from.. Thanks

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  10. Parent should work together to train there children, not supporting them when they are wrong. Uche mother should have correct him but she was supporting him on what is wrong.

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  11. Basically this is just a clear indication of an undying love. Uche’s mother refused to give her love in two categories. She only wanted happiness for her son. The father who i’d say had already lost hope on his son, his sister also did not play any role to help him. Father and daughter only saw the bad in Uche.

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  12. ONE VOICE is very important in Parenting!
    Spare the Child and Spoil the Rod! Train up a child in the way it Should go when he’s old He/She will not depart from it. It is clearly stated in the Bible! Uche hmmmmmmm. I believe you will be taught a great lesson when you are out of this mess!

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  13. The story is all about uchechukwu.
    His mother has always been his backbone,anything he does mother sees it as the best although he’s been acting in an irresponsible manner .While his father wasn’t in good terms with him,he doesn’t like his way of life.Despite his misbehavior and recklessness,his mother still supports him which had lead him to a bad ending . Altogether,his mother has been the main cause of his bad character.Let’s us train our child in the way he should grow.

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  14. Hmmm
    Is not advisable for parent to be supporting the children wayward act.
    Because it will tarnished the name and image of the family

    Train ur child in order to give you peace of mind

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  15. This is exactly what most people don’t understand when it comes to Parenthood. Some parents aren’t leading their children in the right way, most especially some mothers of this new age. Trying to find out what your children do and who they follow is very important, watch them while at home, their lifestyle, hangouts, tell them the truth of the right and not the wrong way.

    I enjoyed the story Sir Hope Ekeh Jr.

    May God help us in our Society.

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  16. Uchechukwu’s mother is to be blamed for the graduated theft of her son…first of all she failed her husband for not seeing the obvious truth about her so called”non trouble causing”son… furthermore she also made her daughter irritated..which will make her daughter not to respect her as she used to…. finally she failed her son…by not making him see his wrong..until he graduated to a full scale robbery..which made him realize the hard way

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