Day 0049 of 1000 Days.
The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth.
Part Eleven.
Over the last few days, mum and Mr Kunle had been so close but their love was just platonic, each both steering off the love lane.
When I saw that this romantic love I wanted can never grow between them, I steered off the lane as well. Both wanted to enjoy the moment and I would never spoil it.
Our neighbours were coming to pay us visit. This made me remember the condolence visits they paid us when dad transited to the other world.
'Mr Kunle, you will be leaving us in Akaka village. That is not fair enough', echoed Mama Ayo, the snacks seller.
Mr Kunle blushed before he said, 'I will surely gift you something before I go'.
Others protested and Mr Kunle vowed to send theirs too.
'Mr Kunle, I am thinking you should take Danjuma along with you to Lagos. That will make his mum happy', declared Baba Bisi, the bald-headed palm wine tapper.
Mr Kunle smiled but I inwardly leapt for joy, as if Mr Kunle would disagree once he gets to see my outward display.
That evening, after the visit from our neighbours, I went to meet him. 'Mr Kunle, please, I want to go to Lagos'.
Mr Kunle was silent. His face was just still and straight like a mannequin.
'If I take you to Lagos, who will stay with Mrs Sade?'
'That is no problem, sir. Mum always says she loves the aura and ambience of Akaka village'.
I proceeded to mum's room after the discourse with Mr Kunle. What could have been a happy night turned sour when I saw mum's lifeless body on the floor.
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