by Glayvin.

It's been five years now,
Your graduation portrait still hangs on the living room wall.
You have made us students of life;
But learning to live without you is hard,
Honestly I feel I don't have the brains to pass this lesson.

Dear brother;
Is it beautiful that side or you still miss it here. They say it's a breathtaking places, filled with joy and the nicest flowers, I know even they haven't been there, yet I still believe the breathtaking part because it took your breath for you to be there.

Dear Brother, before I forget;
You fiency, I mean your Ex Charlotte completed her studies in the USA. she came back last month. Straight from the airport she stopped by your place anxious enough to see you.

But the news of your demise knocked her off her feets she had to lay on a hospital bed to four hours,

As soon as she regained consciousness, she asked what really happened to you, but her mum quickly said "car accident" honestly non of us had the guts to tell her you took your own life because😭😭😭never mind I get emotional talking about your death.

Back at the hospital;
Mama couldn't hold it anymore.
She stood up in anger, with her chili red eyes still filled with tears, she held Charlotte by the neck, "you killed my son!", mum continuously screamed as she strangled Charlotte who almost got choked us we tried to free her from Mama's grip.

for a second she gasped for breath, i could tell she too was equally devastated by your death, tears rushed down her perplexed face. She took a pillow and hugged it tightly, then cried; "how could I have killed the only man have ever loved?" Charlotte constantly asked.

"The only man you ever loved?" mama charged, then "whose child is that?" she demanded. "after all my son did for you this is how you paid him back?, sleeping with other men, what for? his money wasn't enough abi? ". mama reached for her hand bag, got a envelope flew it at Charlotte, " You should have just let me kill her" mama said as she dashed out of the room in anger.

Charlotte finally found the strength to sit on the hospital bed, her hands stumbled as she opened to read what was In the envelope.

in a broken monotonic voice she read out loud:

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6th September, 2006
Dear Marvin
how are you?, am Mercy I hopeful and sure that you know me, Charlotte's friend, i remember you seeing us off at the airport when we were coming to America.

I don't know much about you but you looked like a good man, so no matter how much i wanted to hide this from you I have failed. Your fiency has been going out with some rich white old man. She is currently 6 months pregnant for the same man and talks of marriage.
check the photos I have sent together with this letter. you deserve better good luck

yours truthfully
Mercy

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* in the envelope were two pictures of the pregnant Charlotte posing with an old white man.
* another note bore the usual bad doctor's handwriting, yours bro saying:

" you were my everything, eight months ago you left home with a promise of bringing back an American degree and since then have been living every moment with hopes of seeing you again my love. I see you have a new life there as for me I have nothing to live for now, so good bye Charlotte,
AM SORRY MAMA".

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Charlotte couldn't believe what she was just from reading, for a moment the level of betrayal from her once upon a time best friend "Mercy" who promised to ruin her after their fight made her numb. she really didn't anticipate Mercy could be this evil.

Minutes later words finally graced her lips and she said;

"Yes it is true I was pregnant, but not for any other man but for Marvin, even I didn't know until I was four months in. We made love a night before I left for America and somehow things happened.

That man on the pictures was nothing more than my lecturer and those pictures were taken after our school board granted me the permission to stay and continue with education as opposed to being sent back home as the law demanded.

before she could finish; Charlotte's son walked in together with the his grandpa, we all where amazed of his resemblance for you dear brother. Not only did Marvin bear your name, he indeed looked like you. no doubt he was your own.

I wish you lived long enough for Marvin to call you Father.
*#SUICIDE IS NEVER A SOLUTION.
@glayvin....

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