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If you are interested to read/review, please send me an email on firstname.lastname@example.org. … More Calling on my readers, followers, online family & friends . . .
It was morning yet the skies were as dark as the night. With so many relatives and friends in the house to comfort Mother on the loss of her husband, the house too seemed too quiet for comfort. Just two weeks ago, the same people had gathered at our house to mourn my brother, ejire mi. Now, they are gathered to mourn my father and tomorrow? Only because the Doctor assured Mother I could live a healthy life if treatment and medications were taken seriously, I wanted to believe I would live to bury my mother. For all it is worth, I want to see her smile again. … More Part 20: Cry me a river
“What I’m about to tell you now might not be what you need to hear now but the sooner we begin to deal with the virus, the better chance we have to beat this”, the Doctor sounded alien.
“What virus?” I asked in fright. … More Part 19: Waiting to die
“Omololu”, she called gently. “Omololu, Mummy is here. Open your eyes Baby. I’m here. Everything will be fine”, she said, as her voice trembled so did her hands as she struggled to lift him to herself. “Omololu –“
“Mummy”, I cried as I tried to pull her away from him.
“Call your brother”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “He will surely hear you. Call him. Tell him to open his eyes”, she said as the sobs let loose uncontrollably. … More Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode
The phone dropped suddenly from my hand.
“What did he say?” Mom looked at me, eyes wide open and filled with horror. I said nothing. “Omolade, what did the person say?” I said nothing. “Hello, hello”, Mother picked up the phone and spoke repeatedly into it but Dan had hung up.
I held my hands together to my ears and screamed. … More Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún
He picked up a stone from the shores of the lagoon. He weighed in a while before he tossed it angrily out to the water. “Then I must damn the consequences. I’ll do anything for my sister.”
“Do what you have to do. You leave me with no choice”, Don said sternly.
Omololu starred into those hard bloody eyes for a minute or so before he walked away from him. And that was the beginning of the end of us. The battle line is drawn. … More Part 16: The battle line
I could only be comforted afterwards by alcohol and the wild parties. Funmi was just right the person to keep me functioning in that new lifestyle. Omololu eventually came to know. There was only so much I could keep away from him. Despite the fact that he was getting busier with school and with The Brotherhood, he still made time to see me every now and again. He threatened to report me to Dan if I didn’t give up my mayhem. He must have thought the mention of Dan would make me snap out of my initiation but it angered me even more. … More Part 14: Come back to me