‎Day 0042 of 1000 Days. 
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‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth
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‎Part Five.
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‎Mum was still weeping. She had not gotten out of the shock yet but I was losing my cool already. 
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‎Mr Kunle signalled to me to compose myself and I did exactly that. It was so funny that Mr Kunle now had a gripping impact on me just like my parents. 
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‎'Please, open up to us. What has happened to Mr Bashir Williams?' Mr Kunle whispered softly to my mum's deaf ears. 
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‎At first, it was an awful silence. Then, bittered words and cries followed like a sequence. 
‎'He was accused of given a patient the wrong injection ...'
‎'Then ... What happened next?' Mr Kunle was forcing back the pains and tears.
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‎Mum paused for a long time again, looking defeated by the sorrowful mysterious incident. I stared at mum- a long, pitiful stare.
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‎'Police came for him', more silence and more tears. 
‎'Please, just divulge everything at once', Mr Kunle begged.
‎Mum adjusted herself and continued, 'He tried to run but he was shot by one of the police officers'.
‎'Mum, where is he now?' I collapsed on the floor. My head strongly hit the nearby chair but somehow, dad's painful exit neutralize that pain.
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‎Mr Kunle was still composed. What sort of man was he, still composed in any and every situation? I need to ask him how he was doing it but for now, I need to mourn. 
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‎Who would stay in the house I had bought for dad in my imagination? Hot tears came down my face and before I knew it, Mr Kunle joined us and together, with my mum, we cried like a big family. 
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