The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth

‎Day 0041 of 1000 Days.

‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth.

‎Part Four.

‎Mr Kunle and I went out to play football since it was so boring inside. We had bought a large portion of meat and bones for Jago.

‎A big smile was unveiling on our lips as nature even knew that that day was meant to be great.

‎Outside the house was seen Jago. She ran towards us; her tail refusing to stay still; her nose trying to investigate whatever the aroma she had sniffed.

‎'Dogs are very sensitive and even their olfactory sense is quite amazing', Mr Kunle breathed out loudly as he caressed Jago's hair.

‎'Yeah. God is an amazing designer', I said as I dished out the meat and bones for Jago.

‎When we got inside, my mum was seen weeping. Her usually well-kept hair was now shrivelled and looked unusually bizarre. Her brows were seen browsing in pains.

‎'Mum, what is wrong?' I ran towards her with warmth and care.

‎I cannot afford to lose my mum. At least, not now. She was really a mother amongst mothers. What beautiful thing could I have prayed for if not for such a caring and sacrificial mum?

‎'Your dad'. Mum went silent but her tears grew wild.

‎'What happened to Mr Bashir Williams?' Mr Kunle interrupted.

‎Silence.

‎More tears and suspenseful silence.

‎I knew it. Before I went out that morning with Mr Kunle, I knew something was about to happen to dad. I just had a sudden restlessness about him.

‎Whatever the case might be, I pray it would not be fatal or lethal. And mum? I would give her time, but not that long. She must really be in a paralyzed shock.

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