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A Story Written By…
“I’m sorry for your loss.” I said as tears of
pity coursed down my face.
“Thanks.” Mr. Kayode responded, after which
he lowered his head and looked me in the
eyes.
“I’m also sorry for your loss.” He said, biting
his lips and brushing away the tears on his
face. As I made the move towards the door,
he called me.
“Tonia, I love you.”
“Hmmm, I don’t love you.” I said with a
frown. “Think about your dead wife and
forget about me.” I turned, stared at him
before I walked out of the hospital room.
“You have a very nice child.” The nurse with
whom I left my son with said softly.
“Thanks nurse.” I expressed my sentiments
of gratitude.
“Mummy, what about aunty Busayo? We
were together in the car before the car
tumbled.”
“Aunty Busayo is fine.” I lied to my son.
“Mummy, is she dead?” My son asked. “I
heard a nurse telling another nurse that two
people died.” My eyes lingered on the face
of my child. What should I tell him? I began
to ponder. I was a little bit flummoxed.
“Take care of your son, I have to go now.”
The nurse said. I was thinking about Busayo
and the way death had suddenly stolen her
away from me.
“I appreciate you.” I told the nurse before
she briskly walked out of my sight. My son
then ran to my arms with a shout: “I love
you mummy.”
“Mummy loves you too honey.” I whispered
into his ears and he laughed as I pinched
him on the ear.
“What will I do now?” I was asking myself,
not knowing I was speaking out loud.
“Mummy will take me home.” My son said.
“That’s what you will do mummy?” My son
smiled and I saw my husband’s face in him
and his pointed nose reminded me of my
husband’s handsomeness.
I felt faint as I sat down inside the car. I
kicked it off and before I realized it, I was
already on the road, maneuvering the
steering wheel. My son was drinking the
yoghurt I bought him just outside the
hospital gate as I was thinking about Busayo.
It all sounded like a dream and I tried to
evade the thought of the fact that I will
never chat with her again, maybe until we
meet in the netherworld.
To Be Continued…
A Story Written By…
“I’m sorry for your loss.” I said as tears of
pity coursed down my face.
“Thanks.” Mr. Kayode responded, after which
he lowered his head and looked me in the
eyes.
“I’m also sorry for your loss.” He said, biting
his lips and brushing away the tears on his
face. As I made the move towards the door,
he called me.
“Tonia, I love you.”
“Hmmm, I don’t love you.” I said with a
frown. “Think about your dead wife and
forget about me.” I turned, stared at him
before I walked out of the hospital room.
“You have a very nice child.” The nurse with
whom I left my son with said softly.
“Thanks nurse.” I expressed my sentiments
of gratitude.
“Mummy, what about aunty Busayo? We
were together in the car before the car
tumbled.”
“Aunty Busayo is fine.” I lied to my son.
“Mummy, is she dead?” My son asked. “I
heard a nurse telling another nurse that two
people died.” My eyes lingered on the face
of my child. What should I tell him? I began
to ponder. I was a little bit flummoxed.
“Take care of your son, I have to go now.”
The nurse said. I was thinking about Busayo
and the way death had suddenly stolen her
away from me.
“I appreciate you.” I told the nurse before
she briskly walked out of my sight. My son
then ran to my arms with a shout: “I love
you mummy.”
“Mummy loves you too honey.” I whispered
into his ears and he laughed as I pinched
him on the ear.
“What will I do now?” I was asking myself,
not knowing I was speaking out loud.
“Mummy will take me home.” My son said.
“That’s what you will do mummy?” My son
smiled and I saw my husband’s face in him
and his pointed nose reminded me of my
husband’s handsomeness.
I felt faint as I sat down inside the car. I
kicked it off and before I realized it, I was
already on the road, maneuvering the
steering wheel. My son was drinking the
yoghurt I bought him just outside the
hospital gate as I was thinking about Busayo.
It all sounded like a dream and I tried to
evade the thought of the fact that I will
never chat with her again, maybe until we
meet in the netherworld.
To Be Continued…
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