CLASS RECORD: The expected ending of Oliver PDF Print E-mail
Friday, 27 June 2014 11:31

BY Christine Y. Guinacaran

 

Just this afternoon, I met the mother of Oliver.  I have not seen her for a long time, and so I asked how she was, (which honestly, I was not very interested to know).  What I really wanted to know however,was  the state of affairs of Oliver.

You see,Oliver was my student when he was in second year high school.  He was short and white, and seemed like other ordinary boys.  But unlike other boys who are sometimes cross and sometimes pleasant;  sometimes irritablea nd other times cheerful, Oliver was always mad and ungrateful. I tell you, he was very (un)relaxing to look at!

Some boys and girls are really just nice inside, even if sometimes, they look unsmiling and petulant.  But the impolite face of Oliver did not hide any respectful nature within. If you stared at him, which many who know him would not dare, you could clearly see that his small, white body was full of selfishness.

His mother knew this very well, and experienced how it was to displease Oliver.  After all, he had beaten her up several times already. I do not know how this all started, but God forbid that something like this would happen to us!  That’s why Proverbs 22:6 was right when it said, “ Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it”.

Anyway, back to Oliver, his mother would always be at his beck and call outside his classroom everyday. She might have as well enrolled and attended classes herself, since she was not a high school graduate, and Oliver was not interested.  He just used school to take advantage of the foreign aid that was sent by their aunt for food and studies. Their father, who I surmise was also like Oliver, left all of them for another woman.

We could always see mother in the campus, walking under the hot sun buying ice water or doing other errands for Oliver, who always responded to arrogantly.

Not only that, he would go to the computer cafe whenever he wanted, to the great consternation of his helpless mother. And so Oliver would be dropped out somewhere in November or December, that he and his mother stayed in City High for seven years instead of four.

I no longer saw nor heard of Oliver until that other day when I met his mother in school.  She was sitting under the tree.  So I asked her how she was, and what she was doing there.

“ I’m here because I am avoiding Oliver and his wife. I do not like the wife of Oliver.  She beat me up the other time,” was the matter-of-fact reply.  Then she put her sleeves up, to show me the black and blue bruises on her arm.

I sort of expected this to be the ending of the story of Oliver, but I was not able to think that he would reinforce his abuses by bringing home a violent wife as well.

If you still have doubts regarding the wisdom of Proverbs 22:6, consider Oliver.