Emmanual Jessie Kalusian
Port Harcort, Rivers State, Nigeria
One Day at School
“My father works at Saipem,” the student with a torn breast pocket said.
“My father works at a paint factory” another boy said lifting his voice.
“My father is being paid a huge sum and he comes home with a lot of goodies! ” the boy with a torn breast pocket replied.
Both boys turned to me. “Emma, where does your father work and why isn't he here?”
I hate being asked about my father. “My father is late,” I said.
“Well, everyone has a father here except you,” one of them said.
The truth is: I’m an odd person.
Odd is when you drink a bottle of Coke from a table full of Guinness and Becks.
Odd is me, a fatherless boy on a table full of families.
again, I ask the mirror
why did he chose