Sir Winners:dan does anybody live here
1st Youth:boy take us to your own flat not the flat your landlord wants to rent out,non of us here is looking for a house to rent
Me: (i wanted to talk but no words came out from my mouth,my hand was raised to approval words i was speaking but no sounds from me,i was just too confused,when i had tried too hard to make out a reasonable sound called sentence tears responded to my tries instead and when the elder read my confused state,he shouted)
Elder:ewooo…the noise attracted the landlady who rushed inside
Landlady:ah ah Dan,why is the house empty,when did you people park without my notice?…
Sir Winners just sat down on the already exposed floor and joined the Elder in crying, as for me a word finally escaped from my mouth in respond to the landlady
Me:m..m..m..y father issss a ghost (bursted out crying)
Landlady:gho whattt! Ah(she fainted)…the youths started running around in search of water.neighbours started coming out.finally she was revived back to life.
The compound that day was stroked in a big confusion,people that dont believe were more than those who believe
finally we cried ourselves back to Edo state,we arrived at night,around 9pm only to meet mama in a pity state,she was dying due to the shock, her condition was worst, she could no longer speak out audiable words
Mama Clinton: (looking paled but who would ask her why when we all are paled too)you people are back(no response)how did it go?
1st Youth:it is true (he narrated everything to mama clinton who never missed shouting “heey eey”at every junction of suspense)so that’s what happened.
Mama Clinton:hmmm i had learnt how to live and accept that my son clinton is dead (mama coughs and all attention was drawn to her lying position)
Sir Winners:how is her health now
Mama Clinton:it has grown worst.she been here waiting for Daniel
Me:am here now mama,we are back
Mama:my so you are back(her voice was faint and her sight blurry)
Me:yes mama(she raise her hand to my face)
Mama Clinton: (faintly speaks)i want to tell you who your true father is,get me a pen and paper…i got a pen and paper
Mama:write your fathers name down his name is Vincent Kybee(i wrote it down)when i left him he was a dry cleaner.when you see him you would know because he has a small birth mark in the middle of his right finger just like yours.he is a nice and hardworking mannn(pause)
Me: ok mama(tears drop)where in lagos would i find him? (no response)mama (shakes her,feel her body it was cold,then her mouth opened,fear grip me,i turned to sir winners who was already shaking his head)sir is my mother dead?
Sir Winner: (to the youths)please draw him up(i didnt wait for them to touch me,i just stood up on my own,i knew mama was dead but could no longer cry,the tears in my eyes were dried up already)
Elder:another calamity has happened…mama clinton started crying and shouting, i dont know what happened next but i knew i passed out . .
To be continued