Last Updated on 08/02/2020 by Vivien Ayinotu
Hello my Lovelies, I’m excited to share with you that today is the 2years anniversary of Happiness At LAST. I can’t tell you the satisfaction and joy that this mere piece of work has brought to me since its publication. I am forever grateful for pushing myself to complete it.
But like the story goes, publishing is one thing done while promotion/sales is the other main thing. I have been able to make Happiness At LAST physically able in different stores/libraries in Uk and a few the eastern part of Nigeria. It is in numerous online stores such Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and other. Its available in blue and brown paperback. The brown version is the recent version i republished
Thanks Meg for your support🙏🏼Excerpt from Happiness At LAST
Chapter 9
“Ikedinachi’s parents and siblings were delighted with having Ikedinachi home after a long time. He gave them the gift items which he had brought from Lagos.
“Ikedi my son, you look very big now. Is it just the Lagos? Or work? Well, whichever one it is, it surely treats you well.”
“You bought all these for us, clothes, handbag, shirts…” Mrs. Okoro asked him as she sang, danced and showered him with praises while she unfolded the abada he bought for her.
“May God continue to bless and keep you for us.” She was very pleased with the mere sight of seeing her son. She kept running her eyes over him; assessing and admiring him from head to toe.
Adanna was overly excited with the pink canopy dress and red handbag he bought for her. She wore them immediately and showed off her latest additions. She played with her handbag and was very happy that it had a mirror in it too. Ikedinachi was happy to know she liked them being that he did not know her choice and wasn’t with Ifeoma at the time he picked them, who could have helped him out. Meanwhile, he bought a few shirts for Ugonna, which he liked. They all saw him as a blessing to the family.
Ikedinachi had greeted his father earlier when he arrived and now joined him in the palour. Mr. Okoro was watching the NTA 9 pm news on the television. He gently dropped a bottle of Schnapp hot drink and a case containing a wristwatch he bought for him on the table in front of him. The expensive wrist-watch almost took all his first salary, but he knew it was worth it.
“Papa this is what I brought from Lagos,” he handed out the drink to him with both hands.
His father collected it.
“And this,” Ikedinachi added. He gave him the wrist-watch.
Mr. Okoro’s hands were filled with gifts from his son.
He opened the watch case and was proud of his son’s choice.
“Thank you, my son. You have done so well.”
“Papa, I hope you like it? I bought it with my first salary.”
“I love it, my son. I never dreamt of wearing such an expensive wristwatch.”
“You bought this-rich-men watch for your poor Father? May you never lack! May the almighty God continue to guide and bless you. You will get a good wife. You will have kids as many as you wish and they will care for you too.”
He kept showering blessings upon his son.
“Hope you have only come to see us or is there any issue you want to discuss with your father? You are home on a Monday, hope all is well?” His father interjected, “Are you on leave?”
“Eheeee… no papa, I, I actually took permission from work,” he was battling with words and almost wanted to claim that he was on leave but thought it needless.
“I will talk about it tomorrow papa, I have a couple of days to stay. Let me not keep you awake; I wouldn’t like to deprive you of your sleep.” He still battled with his words.
“Well, if you say so, tomorrow then. May the day break, my son.” His father was nearly drawn aback by his response but wanted to allow him talk to him when he wished. Like he already told him, he had a couple of days to stay and therefore needed not to be rushed. He stood up and joined his wife in their bedroom.
“May the day break, papa.” Ikedinachi felt a relief as he almost choked knowing that his father almost caught him off guard.
He went to bed. His mother would have loved to chat with him that night as usual, but she decided to allow him rest after such a long journey from Lagos.
In the room, Adanna was deep asleep while Ugonna had been waiting for him.
“Brother, how is Lagos? I have heard so much about there and would like to live there.” He has completed his secondary education and was due to go to University.
“Lagos is a very big and beautiful place. It is a rich man’s land,” he teased his kid brother. “That reminds me, have you taken any exams yet?”
“Yes, I took one. Still waiting for the result.”
“Good, Ugoo let’s talk tomorrow I need to get some sleep now.”
“Alright brother, sleep well.”
Ikedinachi turned over, facing the wall, he fell asleep.
The next day, Mrs. Okoro had arrived from the market and later joined Ikedinachi in the palour.
“Ikem how is Lagos?”
“Lagos is fine mama. Mama I want us to discuss a very important issue, and that is why I came back.”
“Hey! Hope there is no problem my son!” she screamed placing her two hands on her chest.
“Are you having problem with anybody?”….
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