Seated, on the glass stool,
with her eyes tossed between the calendar
on the wall and the last pictures in her phone of
her husband-to-have-been. BROKEN HEARTED, Bola couldnt hold back
the tears as they rolled down her "tender"cheeks (as Jide
would always say). Exactly four years gone today, and it seems
like he's been gone since Adam. Memories of their
last moments together still played fresh in her
head. In her thoughts, she could still feel the warmth of his breathe
on her neck, his kisses on her forehead, not forgetting the tickles
from his stubbles. She had gone through hell
and back since she lost Jide to a ghastly car accident. "Jide, if only
you had listened to me about that Trip", she could hear herself
in her now shaky voice.....
"Mummy" entered Temi, her 3-year-old daughter whom she had wit him. She would tell him about the pregnancy on his return but...
"are you crying again"? Asked the little voice. "I want more tea"