THAT FRIDAY...
He was supposed to be family, but instead he treated us like foes, this was barely 2 months my father passed, mama is yet to take off her mourning clothes and Mr idowu Rasheed my said uncle is already clamping down on our necks for the money my late father owed him.
Papa was going to use the money to purchase a truck load of timber to stock up his three shops that Friday...
He was going to buy mama cashew nuts on his way back...
He was going to carry kaneng my baby sister high on his shoulders when he entered the compound...
He was going to say " ireti, please serve me #50 cold water" with a smile on his face...
But none of that Happened.
The driver must have been drunk or fatigued that he didn't see the oncoming cement truck, he swerved really hard that he went off the road into the valleys by the sides.
The truck was razed to ashes, my father was razed to ashes. All my hopes was razed to nothing. Our lives was out on a perpetual halt...
I don't know what uncle Rasheed wants now...
I don't know...
Mama is wailing again
I'm need to go.
This will be a long season of grief.
Pray for us...😞
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