Must Read: Life

7 years ago

Must Read: Life

‘Life is a comedy, life is a tragedy: the more you live, the more you laugh and cry.’

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The traffic was light and in less than thirty minutes she was at the hospital. She called Daniel who was waiting for her at the gate.
Daniel took her to the ward where Ola was supposed to be. As they entered the ward, she saw Tutu who was, by then, pregnant with her second child. Some other friends of theirs were there as well. She was confused and the first words that found their way out of her mouth were:
”Where is my Ola?”
From somewhere in the ward she knew not came:
”I am here Fateemah.”
He was the only one who called her that name. She turned towards the direction of the voice to see him.
As he approached her, she could see that nothing was wrong with
him and he was perfectly okay.
Then he knelt and brought out a tiny box containing a diamond ring, he stretched it forward and said:
”Fateemah, please make me complete.”
She was ecstatic. Her anxiety had given way to pure happiness as tears of joy flowed ceaselessly from her eyes. She looked at him
and pulled him up.
”I will make you complete, my Ibrahim.”
He slipped the ring into her finger and the whole ward rang with claps and shouts.

The Nikkah was a simple but grandeur affair. Both families were united to make the day a
lasting one in the memories of those who witnessed it. It was held at the popular Sky Pavilion, Adebola House in Lagos.
The presiding Imam joined the couple according to the basic tenets of the Islamic faith. They were thereafter lectured on the
requirements of a lasting home. Prayers were offered for them for the success of their marital journey which they had just begun. The parents and well wishers were not left out as they lend their blessings to the couple.

The reception took off almost immediately. Mr Adebesin was the chairman of the day. He spoke glowingly of the the couple. He described them as one united from heaven that no man can put asunder. He also enjoined them to be patient with each other as that was the key to a successful home.
There was plenty to eat and drink. A popular musician entertained the guests. Lots of dignitaries in the Communication sector greeted the occasion.
The wedding over, the couple headed home. Ola was shy when he was left alone with his wife at night. The first day, he slept like a log. The second day, nothing.
On the third day, Funmi woke him up and asked if she had offended him. He said ‘No’. He did not just
know how and what to do. Funmi smiled. She taught him how to do it!

A year after Mr and Mrs Ola Adeona were joined together, Funmi woke up feeling sick. It had been recurring for three days. She told Ola as he prepared to go to the office. He had to see a client at Ibadan. He told her to see the family doctor and he left for work.
At the doctor’s, Funmi was told that she was three weeks gone. She was very happy, she checked herself over and over again, she was going to be a mother. She thanked the doctor and left.
She called her husband and broke the news to him. Ola was beyond himself with joy. He had finished the discussion with the client and it had gone well. He was coming back home to celebrate with his wife.

He got into his Honda CRV and headed to Lagos via the Lagos Ibadan Expressway. He was thanking God for all that had been
happening to him. His life had been a fairy tale. Growing up had been tough, now he was succeessful and soon he will become a father. He slotted his Qur’an recitation disc into the player and as the recitation filled the car. He was grateful. What else could he had said to God but ‘Thank You’.
Ola was too late. A small child had left his mother’s hand and ran into the busy road. That was along the Mowe axis of the road.
Ola braked sharply and swerved to avoid hitting the child. The child was unhurt and safe, but Ola was not. He crashed into the road median. The airbag and seatbelt could not save him. He gave up the ghost on the way to the hospital.
Eight months later, Funmi put to bed a bouncing baby boy. It was an exact replica of his father.
Seven days later, he was named
Ibrahim Olaoluwa Adeona (Junior).

Funmi never remarried. She spent the rest of her life mourning the gold mine she had found and nursing Junior into the untainted man his father had been.
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