The air was cold and crisp, a feeler of sort to a gentle wind blowing
around whistling quietly in motion, softly sweeping dried leaves in
whatever direction it blew, dull haze hung densely in the air, the
result of the harmattan season which hints at a more harsh weather in
the coming months, everywhere in our family country home compound was
still and quiet until an hour later when the haze seemingly melted at
the touch of the early morning sun rays, giving way to a clear and
bright atmosphere thus seemingly bringing the town to life and a lot of
people towards our country home.
It's been 24 hours since the Matriarch
had been buried and the family had been receiving visitors and
sympathisers nonstop who kept thronging our expansive country home to
condole with us. Mom was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed by all
the constant sighing, sobbing and hugging, she didn't think as a
daughter-in-law who wasn't even loved by the late Matriarch, that it was
necessary for her to be with the family to receive visitors but the
rest of the daughters-in-law began to arrive one by one, giving
financial constraints to getting permission from work and school as
excuse amongst other reasons for coming late so Mom out of respect and
courtesy didn't want to declare her intention to leave just when others
were arriving.
3 Brothers, 1 Mixed half-brother and the drama of their lives...who says men don't have drama
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
Immortalized in history
Immortality! Oh how wrong were we to think immortality meant never
dying! Whether good or bad, a person can remain immortal in one's life
depending on the roles they played in our lives when alive
We all stood transfixed on our respective spots, totally dumbfounded over the news Mom just hit us with. Whilst we still ruminate over the news, staring at each other in utter shock and disbelief, Mom calmly punched keys on her phone, her facial expression neither sad nor happy...just blank, her freshly dyed raven black hair falling slowly all over her face as she faced down staring at her phone while putting calls through to some relatives of our late Dad to get more information about burial arrangements and the family's decision in light of the incident. Once she was through, Mom looked up, packed her hair into a careless bun at the back of her head then announced that the family has made it mandatory for members of the family who were in states around kogi state which are mainly abuja, kwara, ondo and edo states to gather for her burial which would be first thing in the morning the next day according to islamic rites and as a mark of respect, we were enjoined to be there,
We all stood transfixed on our respective spots, totally dumbfounded over the news Mom just hit us with. Whilst we still ruminate over the news, staring at each other in utter shock and disbelief, Mom calmly punched keys on her phone, her facial expression neither sad nor happy...just blank, her freshly dyed raven black hair falling slowly all over her face as she faced down staring at her phone while putting calls through to some relatives of our late Dad to get more information about burial arrangements and the family's decision in light of the incident. Once she was through, Mom looked up, packed her hair into a careless bun at the back of her head then announced that the family has made it mandatory for members of the family who were in states around kogi state which are mainly abuja, kwara, ondo and edo states to gather for her burial which would be first thing in the morning the next day according to islamic rites and as a mark of respect, we were enjoined to be there,
Friday, 15 January 2016
A call to cry (Season Premiere)
The week had started on a really bad note, Vivian, my immediate boss at work had been giving me quite the nasty attitude from monday through to tuesday for no just cause which I suspect it's for not having her side when she chastised the corper attached to our office for skipping work for two days without permission, while that is still on, I had a major row with another colleague in another unit wednesday morning over missing files, arguing over which one of us will take responsibility for it, I'd taken the files to her penultimate week which she signed for on my register that she collected it only for her to tell me now that it was a different file she signed for, as if that wasn't enough office drama for one soul, my boss kept finding faults with all the errands I ran for him, if he wasn't my boss, I would have been close to spanking him across the face, to crown it all was when the director-general walked into our office and caught me watching a movie on my office system which I did to calm my frayed nerves down, I felt like a chicken whose feathers were brutally plucked off and cold water poured over its body on an early harmattan morning as I quietly endured the vitriol he spewed my way, he left with his entourage of PAs and personal body guard who had gathered while I sat back, fighting back tears from the hurt of all the bullshit I've endured that week, I was at the end of my tether and close to loosing it, it was as though my zodiac sign was absorbing all shades of bad vibes that week.
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