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THE ELEVENTH HOUR
Although his voice trembled, he managed to utter his last words before breathing his last, retiring his lifeless body in her arms.
Few minutes earlier...
His memories were almost as cloudy as his eyes yet the Eagle would bow at his alertness when she entered. He wanted to rush to her and envelope her in a tight hug, sandwiching her between his arms or falling at her feet in worship, kissing the sole of her feet. But his legs betrayed him. The only strength he had was in his thoughts, as they raced back to that fateful cold rainy night, a hell of a night it was.
"Go to hell like that witch mother of yours and never set your miserable feet in my house again," he bellowed. The stench of alcohol that rented the air was harsher than those dispiriting words he vomited nonchalantly. He is a monster! How more would you describe a father who assaults his only teenage daughter in bedmatics, bullying her daily and depriving her of the basic needs of life.
Days matured into months and years became greyed, the seed he sowed has grown to become a mighty tree whose root was feeding deep on his health. He saw his death countdown ticking fast. The only friend that stood by him was loneliness, every other person had deserted him. Regret would oftentimes come to soothe his wound with salt-like balm. What a miserable way to end one’s life!
He thought he was dead already and the faint footsteps he heard when a pinch of life smiled at him were that of the Cherubims accompanying him to a paradise of hell. The first frame he saw almost sent him back to the realm of the dead. He couldn’t believe he was still able to recognize her, she looked the same. It was almost like she left just yesterday.
The strength left in him was just to breathe, the harder he tried to talk the harder he knocked on heaven’s gate. She rushed into his arms with sizzling sweat worshipping her temple, kissed his forehead and wept some more. The kiss sent an acute pain down his veins as his memories kept haunting him. The bed became electrified and the air heated some more as these words managed to slip off his tongue; “I am sorry for…” Before he could finish the statement his breath failed him. At least he was glad he felt the eleventh-hour peace and was able to apologize for his monstrous deeds.
The medical team came in just in time to help her out of the ward. She looked at him lying lifeless on the bed; she remember back when she wished death upon him in anger and bitterness, but now wished he could stay a little longer. She didn’t believe herself capable of finding a place in her heart to forgive him, but she realized she couldn’t hold herself prisoner in her mind anymore due to unforgiveness.
"Tí a bá ní a wo dídùn ifòn, àá họra dé eegun."
© The Dhramatikpen
Few minutes earlier...
His memories were almost as cloudy as his eyes yet the Eagle would bow at his alertness when she entered. He wanted to rush to her and envelope her in a tight hug, sandwiching her between his arms or falling at her feet in worship, kissing the sole of her feet. But his legs betrayed him. The only strength he had was in his thoughts, as they raced back to that fateful cold rainy night, a hell of a night it was.
"Go to hell like that witch mother of yours and never set your miserable feet in my house again," he bellowed. The stench of alcohol that rented the air was harsher than those dispiriting words he vomited nonchalantly. He is a monster! How more would you describe a father who assaults his only teenage daughter in bedmatics, bullying her daily and depriving her of the basic needs of life.
Days matured into months and years became greyed, the seed he sowed has grown to become a mighty tree whose root was feeding deep on his health. He saw his death countdown ticking fast. The only friend that stood by him was loneliness, every other person had deserted him. Regret would oftentimes come to soothe his wound with salt-like balm. What a miserable way to end one’s life!
He thought he was dead already and the faint footsteps he heard when a pinch of life smiled at him were that of the Cherubims accompanying him to a paradise of hell. The first frame he saw almost sent him back to the realm of the dead. He couldn’t believe he was still able to recognize her, she looked the same. It was almost like she left just yesterday.
The strength left in him was just to breathe, the harder he tried to talk the harder he knocked on heaven’s gate. She rushed into his arms with sizzling sweat worshipping her temple, kissed his forehead and wept some more. The kiss sent an acute pain down his veins as his memories kept haunting him. The bed became electrified and the air heated some more as these words managed to slip off his tongue; “I am sorry for…” Before he could finish the statement his breath failed him. At least he was glad he felt the eleventh-hour peace and was able to apologize for his monstrous deeds.
The medical team came in just in time to help her out of the ward. She looked at him lying lifeless on the bed; she remember back when she wished death upon him in anger and bitterness, but now wished he could stay a little longer. She didn’t believe herself capable of finding a place in her heart to forgive him, but she realized she couldn’t hold herself prisoner in her mind anymore due to unforgiveness.
"Tí a bá ní a wo dídùn ifòn, àá họra dé eegun."
© The Dhramatikpen
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