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DEAR DIARY (II)
PART II
CHAPTER FOUR
HARD ROADS AHEAD
Dear diary,
When I came back to my sense, I saw Mrs naya and some of my colleagues by my side, they all looked so worried and their expression showed they were curious about what had happened, and as I stared at them tears flowed down from my face and then Mrs naya, dismissed them and it was just us and a close friend of mine, so after they had all gone out, I told her everything (Leaving out the part about what mama dure told me).
Before I could do anything or say anything else, she took my phone and called matt, and it seemed they talked for a while, because the next thing I know she stood me up and ordered someone to tell her driver to get the car ready, and then we got in and drove in the direction of my house, my thoughts ran in different direction and a part of me felt guilty, wishing and thinking that maybe if I had told someone about what mama dure told me maybe she still would be alive, but it’s too late now, and she is gone and as I kept thinking about it, the tears kept streaming down my face…
When we got there, we met ava and matt and mama dure's children, ava eyes looked sore, I guess she must have been crying for a while, and matt just kept staring at nothing and the neighbours were all murmuring, Mrs naya dropped me and after talking to some people, she told me that she had to get back and that I could take some time off and then she left.
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After a few hours, mama dure's son, and his siblings took her body to the morgue, that night at home, everyone was quiet that we could hear our breaths, we all went to bed that way, nobody had an appetite for food, I couldn't’t sleep, couldn't’t even close my eyes, I kept reminiscing on when and how we met mama dure (matt and I) and how ava came into our life, the moment when matt got his admission and so many memories and the tears, ran down my cheeks and I couldn't’t control my tears, seem like matt understood because he came and held me tight and I cried till I couldn't’t anymore.
Minutes flew into hours, hours into days, days into weeks and soon mama dure was buried, and then the thought that I might have been able to prevent the murder kept haunting me and the fact that the two most special people in my life were kept in the dark about it all hurts me more, so I decided I had to tell them no matter what, so one evening after supper I called them and we sat down. Their gaze shifted from each other to me after much sighing, I told them about my visit to mama dure's house and what she told me, matt was the first to react, the look in his eyes brought tears to mine, he was furious on how I could keep something like that from him, and especially when I might have been able to prevent it, I tried telling him about what she warned me but he wouldn't’t hear of it, and no word I said seem to get to him, and soon he stormed out.
There and then, I realized Ava had been staring at me all the while, with tears forming in her eyes, I tried to touch her but she pulled away and ran out. I waited patiently for matt to come home, it has been five days since I told him and he has been giving me a weird and cold attitude, and today he left early and it is already 11:50pm and he is not back yet, my mind raced in different direction of what could have happened.
( well, as you have observed I tend to be melo-dramatic at times), but all seem to be negative, so I kept myself busy to occupy my mind, it was around 1:15am when matt strolled in, I walked up to him and confronted him but he did not ’t reply and walked away but before he did, I saw the pain in his eyes, matt loved mama dure so much that you could mistake them for mother and son, and he blamed me for her death, because he thought I could have prevented it.
(Well, I have been playing the death of mama dure in my head so many times over and over again, but it stills doesn't’t make sense, how could she know that and then, she must have known who would try to hurt her, then why didn't’t she report it or rather tell me, nothing made any sense at all)
Whilst matt was preparing to go to university of Ibadan to study fine art, ava had graduated from her masters shop and she met a woman Mrs bolaji, she owned her own fashion line and wanted ava to work for her and the expenses for both of them was overwhelming but so also was the joy of them actually doing what they wanted.
(And well, back to me, i went back to complete my HND, i graduated and went for Youth Service and i returned back to my job at the catering industry. Mrs naya gave me a promotion and the branch I was to look after is in Warri and I had to leave immediately and that caused a distance between the three of us both with the promotion I was able to cover some of their expenses and matt got a part-time job to...
CHAPTER FOUR
HARD ROADS AHEAD
Dear diary,
When I came back to my sense, I saw Mrs naya and some of my colleagues by my side, they all looked so worried and their expression showed they were curious about what had happened, and as I stared at them tears flowed down from my face and then Mrs naya, dismissed them and it was just us and a close friend of mine, so after they had all gone out, I told her everything (Leaving out the part about what mama dure told me).
Before I could do anything or say anything else, she took my phone and called matt, and it seemed they talked for a while, because the next thing I know she stood me up and ordered someone to tell her driver to get the car ready, and then we got in and drove in the direction of my house, my thoughts ran in different direction and a part of me felt guilty, wishing and thinking that maybe if I had told someone about what mama dure told me maybe she still would be alive, but it’s too late now, and she is gone and as I kept thinking about it, the tears kept streaming down my face…
When we got there, we met ava and matt and mama dure's children, ava eyes looked sore, I guess she must have been crying for a while, and matt just kept staring at nothing and the neighbours were all murmuring, Mrs naya dropped me and after talking to some people, she told me that she had to get back and that I could take some time off and then she left.
……………………………………………………………..
After a few hours, mama dure's son, and his siblings took her body to the morgue, that night at home, everyone was quiet that we could hear our breaths, we all went to bed that way, nobody had an appetite for food, I couldn't’t sleep, couldn't’t even close my eyes, I kept reminiscing on when and how we met mama dure (matt and I) and how ava came into our life, the moment when matt got his admission and so many memories and the tears, ran down my cheeks and I couldn't’t control my tears, seem like matt understood because he came and held me tight and I cried till I couldn't’t anymore.
Minutes flew into hours, hours into days, days into weeks and soon mama dure was buried, and then the thought that I might have been able to prevent the murder kept haunting me and the fact that the two most special people in my life were kept in the dark about it all hurts me more, so I decided I had to tell them no matter what, so one evening after supper I called them and we sat down. Their gaze shifted from each other to me after much sighing, I told them about my visit to mama dure's house and what she told me, matt was the first to react, the look in his eyes brought tears to mine, he was furious on how I could keep something like that from him, and especially when I might have been able to prevent it, I tried telling him about what she warned me but he wouldn't’t hear of it, and no word I said seem to get to him, and soon he stormed out.
There and then, I realized Ava had been staring at me all the while, with tears forming in her eyes, I tried to touch her but she pulled away and ran out. I waited patiently for matt to come home, it has been five days since I told him and he has been giving me a weird and cold attitude, and today he left early and it is already 11:50pm and he is not back yet, my mind raced in different direction of what could have happened.
( well, as you have observed I tend to be melo-dramatic at times), but all seem to be negative, so I kept myself busy to occupy my mind, it was around 1:15am when matt strolled in, I walked up to him and confronted him but he did not ’t reply and walked away but before he did, I saw the pain in his eyes, matt loved mama dure so much that you could mistake them for mother and son, and he blamed me for her death, because he thought I could have prevented it.
(Well, I have been playing the death of mama dure in my head so many times over and over again, but it stills doesn't’t make sense, how could she know that and then, she must have known who would try to hurt her, then why didn't’t she report it or rather tell me, nothing made any sense at all)
Whilst matt was preparing to go to university of Ibadan to study fine art, ava had graduated from her masters shop and she met a woman Mrs bolaji, she owned her own fashion line and wanted ava to work for her and the expenses for both of them was overwhelming but so also was the joy of them actually doing what they wanted.
(And well, back to me, i went back to complete my HND, i graduated and went for Youth Service and i returned back to my job at the catering industry. Mrs naya gave me a promotion and the branch I was to look after is in Warri and I had to leave immediately and that caused a distance between the three of us both with the promotion I was able to cover some of their expenses and matt got a part-time job to...
