The shock, the agony, the pain, the trembling, the cry of the woman when she lost her only son. He was her joy of motherhood. She spends to the last to get him the best of whatever he wants.
Time runs, its 7:00 already, they chatted about the night while eating and when he was done with his, he rose up to meet his mother where she sat, knelt down and she did his tie for him. He gave her an adorable kiss on her forehead and left for work.
That was how Tumi and his mum had been living since his conception. They are best friends. Their relationship became even more closer when he lost his dad to ulcerative colitis at age 2.
Tumi needs to be at work at or before 8:00am, it was 7:30am already. He still has a 45min distance drive at a 70km/s speed to go. Tumi doesn't like to drive beyond 80km/s but that wont get him to work before 8:00. He thought as he drove; His boss warned yesterday about getting to work late. His colleague, Tunde was ready to take his position from him should the boss notice any error on his path.
It was 7: 45 already, he couldn't afford to loose his job, he increased his speed to 90km/s, rain began to pour, his phone beeped; its Dolapo calling; Dolapo is his fiancée . He doesn't pick calls while driving so he went on.
Its 7:50, but with his current speed, he will be at work in 4mins.
Its 7:54, Yes, He did it! He is at work. He doesn't have an umbrella in his car, he decided to run up the stairs. A fall was heard, the ambulance arrived, took the person away.
8:00am: Mrs. Mofolake got a call "hello, its an emergency from Glory hospital, your attention is needed"
Mrs. Mofolake was at the hospital 5mins past 8. "We lost him" the doctor said and she fainted.
Tumi's mum laid on the hospital bed and wailed. Her only son, her best friend is gone.
Sometimes it's good to be alone
View life all on your own
Ponder where the future lies
And wonder how yet times flies
How so clear the future ahead
Black and blank- and dead
Fright at the sound of the drop of a pin
Try and laugh at someone's talk
And end up a laughing-stock
'Right the wrong if I could time tame'
You are now enveloped in guilt
Shut in a prison you built
But make it brief
Let out your feelings in a cry
Spill the tears till the ducts are dry
Take solace in resurrection and Tomorrow
For a Friend you had from birth
Before the one you lost to death