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One incident that gave my dad a leg-up in his business was when someone slumped and there was no heartbeat, my dad performed CPR and revived the person before rushing him to the hospital. That singular act, made everyone go to him for solutions to their health issues.

The uncertainty of life can happen to anyone, be prepared and ready to adjust when there’s an upend in life. Nothing seems to be permanent.
That, is the summary of my life.

Growing up in the northern part of Nigeria is a side of my story that I will always treasure.
My dad lived in a community in Kaduna, he used to be a chemist man whose business thrived because he was everyone’s go to when they fall sick. He is not a trained pharmacist neither is he a medical person but from his life story he told us, he learnt the trade (the usual Igbo apprenticeship system) from his community man living in another part of the northern community, whose business excelled too. My father was good with drugs that he knows drugs to give when there’s a health issue(s) except for very serious cases.

One incident that gave him a leg-up in his business was when someone slumped and there was no heartbeat, my dad performed CPR and revived the person before rushing him to the hospital. That singular act, made everyone go to him for solutions to their health issues. They see him as their doctor and even referred to him as a doctor. If my dad tells a patient to go to the hospital, just know that it is a serious issue. The people were always afraid when my dad refers them to the hospital because it means the case is serious.

Aside being their doctor, my dad is also a counselor, settling family feud, and he was involved with the affairs of the community like he is a northerner. He bagged a title conferred to him by the community head.That, is how prominent he is.

My father bought properties in KD, was taking care of his family, his siblings and parents because he was doing well financially even though he’s not the first son confirming the Igbo adage that the person who is able should bury his or her parents it mustn’t be the first son. We had very good upbringing and my dad is a disciplinarian who made sure we’re well behaved. He also doesn’t joke with his parents and siblings.

My father traveled to the village to see his parents as it is his duty every six months, he met his elder brother and family who returned home because things were very difficult for them in the city and they couldn’t keep up, reason they returned, to see if they can find their feet.
My dad was disturbed and asked why he didn’t call to inform him so he can move to Kaduna with his family instead of the village. He called my mom to inform her that he’ll be bringing his elder brother to our house in KD, to stay with us till he finds his feet and move his family.
My mom agreed because she is family oriented and a woman that sees her husband’s family as hers and carries everyone along.

My uncle Dubem arrived Kaduna and was receiving training from my dad and helping him out in the business. Uncle Dubem started going out with women. Every morning when we all leave the house including mom who sells Ankara in the market. Uncle Dubem will tell my dad he wants to go see a friend, he will take our house key without my dad’s knowledge and bring in women, sleep with them and go back to the shop. The day he was caught, he pleaded to my parents to allow him bring his wife and children to Kaduna as it will make him stop womanizing. My parents gave their consent and made financial arrangements and prepared the boy’s quarters for them, that became the beginning of our distress days.

To be continued