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    TEARS AT THE FUNERAL (2)

    We got intense and forgot to lock the kitchen door then someone came in. It was my sister in- law. She had just arrived from my late husband’s hospital. After the death she took over the management although she was a nurse who had been working right from time so she had more experiences on how to direct and take charge. I and Banjo had separated from eachother as he escaped through the back door luckily. I greeted her and she scanned her eyes all over my body, because I had messy hair and squeezed clothe. She asked why I was looking scattered then I explained I had just woken…

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    TEARS AT THE FUNERAL – (part1)

    Düst to dust, Ash to ash, I held my four year old twins as their father was laid down the grave and the hymn “How great thou art“ was sung as the symphony followed up. Family members, friends and faces of humans I had not seen before showed up and tears rolled down their weak and swollen eyes. I don’t even know if they were here to offer their condolences or maybe to eat the jollofrice prepared for the reception. I and my kids dressed in black with their grandmother included with her younger children all dressed in black as we all stood to pay the last respect to my…