A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be.

The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

“Eze there is no water in the house, “that was my mother’s voice, she was a school teacher but since the “defendants” started protesting last month, all schools have been closed. The defendants wanted more social amenities for our town and more finance to aid our development but the government did not heed to them. There is a rumor that they want to fight the government, everyone in our town is scared, they think that the past might reoccur but my father says that no such thing like that will happen. He is a defendant and he says that they are planning on a peaceful protest so probably the government cannot do any harm to them.

I picked up the gallon and patted my younger brother Ikemefuna who was playing soccer outside. “Let’s go and fetch water” he frowned and continued playing, I wanted to report him to mother but I decided against it, he was very obstinate and most times I wanted to beat him but I couldn’t or maybe I was scared that he would beat me because I knew that he was stronger than his age or I was weaker compared to my own age. My only prowess was in my books every other thing was a failure. I trudged down the stream, filled my gallon and went home, I could see my father’s motorcycle parked outside.