Thursday, 19 February 2015

FAMED SOBRIQUET

I'm beginning to get afraid. Is it a crime to
have a unique and easily recallable name? I
walk innocently along roads in school and in
my locality and I hear my name intermittently.

"Ara, how are you", A asks. I can't remember
meeting or seeing him before. Nonetheless, I
reply "I'm fine" and a conversation ensues.

"Hey, Ara. Wetin dey now", B quizzes. I probably
know him, but I don't know his name.

"Ara! Ara!", C calls from a distance. I don't
know him too. I walk over to him and greet
him. "Bros, good evening."
"Oga Ara, good evening", D greets in the
MANCOT bus. I've never seen her before too. I
try to make up conjectures in my head as
regards her identity, but futility takes its toll.

These are aside the myriads that know me but i
don't know at all or those I know but I don't
know their names. Most times I feel very guilty.
I try to find out people's names and commit
them to memory, but heck, I'm no robot. I've
gotten several accusations from people I meet.
They say I don't greet them when I see them.
How can you greet someone you don't know
ehn? Haba!

It feels good to be widely known within the
school's walls though. It lends a feeling of self-
importance.

Ara 'deinde
Feb '15

#empireofbards

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