Since Baami died, things have not been easy for us. Maami have been looking tired. She will hold Baami’s picture and cries most times.She has lost so much weight. Her robust body was now slim.
I looked at Maami; she had her eyes closed and her mouth pushed forward, the way she does whenever she is thinking. Maami sat in the front with uncle Lanre who was driving.
Tinuola next book was dedicated to Bolanle’s memory with her picture on it and was based on his true-life story. The book got international recognition. He is now a professor of English in one of the prestigious schools in the country.
He sat back on the cushion, his head bent “I’m sorry, ma. It was a mistake at first.” he couldn’t control the tears streaming down his eyes. “I tried to correct it but it was beyond me. I was driven by greed.
He went for Bolanle’s burial. Afterwards, the book was published. He got too busy to remember her or give her any credit in the book. He tried forgetting his meeting with her ever happened.
He was suffocating. He loosened his tie to see if he would feel relaxed. It didn’t help, neither was the drink in his hand. He shook his head to know if the wine would wear off in his system.
“Are you sure you ready to fight cold when you finally catch it? Come in, let me drop you wherever you are headed.” She had looked into the car with a straight face to see who had spoken before entering, thanking her stars inwardly.
He received the award from Prof. Sulaimon, who shook his hand then left. His mind still on what tripped him. He couldn’t give his rehearsed speech the way he wanted. His hands began to shake…