Calabar, March, 1986
Kenny Okpabi stared at his father in flummoxed numbness. For the first time in his life, he wished his father dead. What had it been all for, he wondered silently. Since there was no forthcoming answer to his question, he had to ask his father aloud.
"What had it been all for?" Kenny stared at his father as if he was an ugly thing from the deepest pit of hell.
"What are you talking about?" Mr. Okpabi asked irritably, seeming unperturbed by the violent swirl happening in Kenny's belly.
"The whole charade of the military training. You sent me to Colonel Ogbehi's camp to go through physical and psychological training. You decided that I'd be better off studying accounting than any science based course in the university, I obliged. In fact, I've done all you've ever asked me to do and now this," Kenny was really hurt and it reflected in the tone of his voice.
