WAEC English Language 2017 Theory — Question 5

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AT LAST, WE ARRIVED SAFELY Myself and my little brother, Ope, were full of adventure. When Aunty Tosin came visiting, rather than burying ourselves with our respective house chores we were busy eaves-dropping. We heard Aunty Tosin describing her house to Mummy and we decided to pay her a visit unannounced. After Mummy left for her shop by 9:30am on this fateful Saturday morning, myself and Ade set out for the day event. No money, no phone, no description. All we knew was Clinton Street, a yellow bungalow at the extreme left. We trekked miles away from home, we kept asking for Clinton Street, no one seemed to know where it was. Until a young boy decided to play trick on us and pointed a huge house to us as the house we were looking for. Happily, we went straight to the gate and knocked and the gateman opened. We introduced ourselves and without thinking twice, he opened the gate and ushered us in. We said we were Aunty's big sister children. The house helps treated us to a warm reception of fried chicken and jollof rice which we consumed hurriedly. We felt at home and was seeing the television when the owner of the house entered. 'Who are you? You this young rascals' she asked terrifyingly. We were too shock to respond. 'You have been trying this your luck on people, today you will learn your lessons.' She called the gateman who beat us mercilessly. We were restored to the kitchen where she brought out empty dishes for us to wash. As we were washing, she continues to shower courses at us. After the washing of the dishes, we swept the whole compound and fetch water into all the big containers inside the house. She shoved us out of her gate. We could not cry but walk tiredly and aimlessly. We were completely exhausted and we regretted our decision of going on a journey without adequate preparation. My little brother was already endearing and I was stranded as we could not afford to trek back home. I encouraged him and we continued trekking. I summoned courage to beg people for transport fare back home but received cold attitude. We resigned to fate and we sluggishly walked our way home. A car parked right before us, lo and behold it was Daddy Pelumi, Aunty Tosin's husband. He asked us where we were going, decided not to wait for our response, told us to enter the car and took us straight to his house. We later saw the big sign post of Clinton Street and the yellow bungalow which was their home. At last, we arrived safely.