Saturday, 18 February 2017

Must Read: My Oga’s Wife (18+)… Part 17

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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…
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