August 22,a day I will never forget ,the day happened to be the final day I will ever see my dad..my dad funeral rite day.....
As usual my father compound was filled with extended family members,few friends and we the immediate family.....
My dad corpse was taken to where we originally came from,we came from the eastern part of the country .....
I wore a general family outfit that we all choose to wear,a blue polo with my dad picture printed at left side of the polo with descriptions farewell daddy at the back of the shirt...
My family members are all complete,including my brother wife and his children....
I sat quietly close to one of my sister (the one that called to asked if it true that our dad is dead)...
We just came back from the burial church service and we are about to take him to the family burial ground to be buried.....
My mum relatives were seen consoling her ...snice the news of my dad death,one single drop of tears had not drop from my eyes,I felt it all joke that he will wake up soon to start scolding me as usual.....
"Huh,so like this we are fatherless,"said betel,the third child of our family .
I turned to her without saying a word stood up and followed the crowd to the family burial ground .....
"Dust we came from,dust we shall return"said the priest,sprinkling water on the dug graved ,
"Lower him now"commanded the priest
Shouts and crying could be heard among the crowd,my eyes was fixed on the coffin on which my dad was inside ,I saw the men lower him inside and the grave been cover then it occurs to me I was fatherless.... immediately the gate of tears opened and my face was covered with tears,betel held me firmly cause I was rolling on the floor crying,thou my father was not a good man and father to I and my siblings ....but the pained I felt that day was something I couldn't explain....
One week after the burial of my father,some relatives went back to their houses and some traveled back to the part of the country they came from...we were left alone in my father small house with our Mother....
My elder bro had also traveled back to his base with his small family,likewise my sisters ,leaving just I,my brother and mother alone in my father compound...
Condolences messages came from friends ,especially favour,Daniel and fetus,who keep calling me every day to check on how I was faring...
I was indeed blessed to have those people around me as friends (so I thought)
Weeks passed it gradually came to a month,wow never believed I could stay in this part of the country for a week not to talk of month
And finally the day came when we are going back to the southern part of our country where we based
I was happy to see my friends and my boyfriend again and am sure they will be happy to see me too...
"Welcome ooo how was the burial "said mrs Oscar
The owner of the apartment we rented....
" fine ma "answer my mum
We dropped our bags by our doors and I brought out our key to open the door...
" eh mum Kim.( that what our neighbors called my mum)this house need renovation and we have asked all the occupants of the this house to park out ,remaining just you n your children,please you have just two weeks to leave this house "she said looking at my mum
My mum was shocked cause we just came back from the burial of her husband and now we are faced with shelter problem ..."
"But mrs ,how come we are hearing it for the first time "asked my mum
"Well your husband knows about it.before he died "answer mrs Oscar
"Give us time we will parked out " shipped in my brother
I just stood there looking towards the other side of the house my mind went to Daniel so he had packed out of the house without telling me
We walked into our apartment,my mum went straight to her room,while I sat in the sitting room
"A new life awaits me now"I said to my self