Story: THE CHRONICLES OF ADEKUNLE




THE CHRONICLES OF ADEKUNLE.


This is the most thrilling story you will ever read.
We all know about the story of Adekunle, the boy whose decision would change the whole world.
  This chronicles is the life history of Adekunle before he traveled to the world of the beyond.
   The story of Adekunle as written in the book "The Other Side" still remains the most thrilling adventure tale.
The chronicles of Adekunle is a story that after you finish reading; you will not forget too quickly.

Before I begin : PLEASE note that

  READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVICED.

Start:

What is Life?
If it is not the beginning of a Journey.
Who am I?
That is the question we all ask ourselves, when it seems that life as we perceive it to be is not what we thought.
What is my destiny?
That is the reason we are all here. We have to find out.

Long ago. Not that long ago but long enough to a period when the world still believes in spirits and technology hasn’t taken much of people’s attention.
Though few years from this time, technology will prevail and everybody’s life will be dependent on one or more technology for happiness. But the time I am referring to is before the advent social communication.
Before the time when people sit and stare at monitors just to make themselves laugh. Before the time when people carry small screens in their pockets everywhere they go and they type on the screens and keypads and calls it chatting.

I am talking of the time when telephones had wires and news still hold credibility. A brief moment between the time of the past and the time before everything change.

Faraway in the country Nigeria, in a state of Lagos. On a night just like every normal night but only that everything is not normal. The cry of a woman echoed through the walls of a hospital as she was about to give birth.

“Push push” The nurses shouted and the woman strains her muscles in search of relieve.

The time was 11:59 PM and a heavy wind blew outside. At the final stroke of midnight, the woman gave her final push and a baby boy was born. At that moment, a lightning struck outside and the whole building shuddered.
The power supply cuts off and everywhere was thrown into darkness.

The nurses had to light candles to see and clean up the baby.

“Is my baby alright. Why is he not crying” The woman asks.

The nurses examines the baby to be sure his nostril is clear.

“Your baby is fine, very fine” a nurse says as she cleans the baby.
 "Don’t worry, he will cry” The doctor in charge said as he collected the baby and with two fingers; he taps the baby’s buttocks. The baby didn’t cry.
“Wow he is a tough guy.” The doctor joked.

The baby clenched both fist tight and several attempts by the nurses to open them proved abortive.

The doctor took a needle and syringe and injected the baby in his bottom. Just as feeble as a whisper, the baby opened his mouth and let out a small cry. The baby cried twice and after which he became silent again.

“There you go” The doctor said and he hands over the baby to the mother.

“I think your son would be a boxer” The doctor commented referring to the baby’s clenched fists.

The lightning struck more closely outside and the furniture resonated. The woman held her tiny baby closer to her chest and sang

“Adekunle omo mi o (my son)”.

“Is that his name?” One of the nurses asked.

The mum kissed his cheek and smiled.

“Yes his name is Adekunle”.

PAUSE......

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