"So we'll be going to Nigeria? gosh, i didn't think of this shit." Harry became so furious with his parents plan but had no other option than to lay on his bed, pretending that he didn't hear what they said as the night passed by. Within the time interval of seven hours and a few minutes, he slowly gets up from bed. He had been well known in the family for his long sleep and only woke up with the help of his manual alarm clock. He barely talked to either of his parents that morning as greeting them seemed like a big deal. Everyone asked him if everything was okay due to his mood that morning but he pretended like everything was just fine. He quickly grumbled his breakfast and then walked straight to the bathroom. He then took his bath as he dresses up to move quickly.

"Um dad...mum.... I'm off to see Ben"

"Harry, it's quite early to pay someone a visit." His mom replies him.

"Um, we got this scheduled for today, i can't skip it."

Jules cuts in, "but i thought Ben travelled?"

He looks at her in a funny manner and then replies her question saying, "Well, he returned last night."

"Harry, there's something we must discuss in union," his dad cuts in.

"Gosh! So they are serious about the traveling." He soliloquies.

They all sit around the dinning table while Michael, Harry's dad narrated his decision to everyone. "I and your mum has decided we all go together to your grandma's burial. So i decided to hear your opinions."

"A wise decision indeed, dad." Jules replies.

"So Harry, what's your thought about this?" Bexley asks her son.

He looks at her, asking himself, "why's mum focusing on me?"

He knew what the consequences would be if he had opposed the notion. He didn't want to be themed the black sheep of the family so he nooded, repeating the same words his sister said.

After the discussion was over, he ran straight to his best friends shop to clear his thoughts. "It's been his plan for me since i was a kid," said Harry while he narrated the incident from the previous night to his best buddy, 'Bran' at Bran's family cafe. Both him, Ben and Brandon made a good team. "Why must i go to a burial of someone that i don't know? It's a free world right? (He sighs and continues) I'd be eighteen in the next two months but yet, they keep on violating my human rights."

Bran replies him,"Harry listen, she's your grandma.... right?"

"According to them, yes!", Harry replies.

Brandon continues,"See, i'm not trying to say that they are right by making decisions for you without your consent but you're still under their care. You might even end up preferring there to here. Listen bro, it could be so much fun adapting to a new environment, meeting new people. Bro, it's a great opportunity", but Harry cuts in suddenly.

"Bran! Are you day dreaming? I can't believe that you are the one saying this crap!. Let's be rational here. I know that you are trying to be a good friend but put yourself in my shoes. I made a promise bro, i promised to take Blaire out this halloween. We have so much plans but now it's all ruined because of one old woman's death. Why must she chose to die now of all time?". But suddenly, Bran's dad cuts in.

"Bran! attend to the customers," he turns towards Harry.

"Hey kid, i know that you both are like brothers but there's time for everything. This ain't the time for discussions okay, time is money."

"Okay Sir" Harry replies as he stood up to leaves. He mutters, "I'm not a kid anymore," but Bran's dad heard him and asks again "What did you just say?"

"Nothing, i just said that i'd be 18 in two months," Harry replies.

"Well that ain't my business right?" Bran's dad asks again.

Harry nods in reply as he mutters saying, "yes, it's not your business," and then leaves. Bran's dad was a local wrestler during his youth but managed to open a local cafe close to St Alfege park. He was a tall and huge muscular man with bald hair. He had tattoos all over his body and looked like an ex miscreant. He always picked on skinny Harry thereby instigating unnecessary fear of him in young Harry. The remaining days of that week seemed like one day. Harry spent almost all the little time he had with his friends, telling them about the happening. His birthday was also approaching. Later that evening, Harry's parents came back with their flight tickets. It took them not more than three days to complete the required processes. Harry was in inside his room that cool evening, trying to catch a nap when suddenly, Jules bangs his door, "Harry! Harry! Open up," she echoes. He walks straight to his door, opens it and then asks her, "Hey, what's the cacophony about?"

She replied him in a cool but happy tone. "Guess what!?"

"What is it? you no that i don't do guessing," Harry replies.

"Okay, i'll tell serious guy. Mum and dad finally finalized our tickets stuffs. All of us would be leaving for Nigeria next week."