Tears welled behind my eyelids and trickled down my cheeks…it literally streamed out of those hyacinth-blue eyes, faced with the reality of mama being in the world-beyond, all by herself; in the cold hands of Death.

…My pillow was the one to suffer every night; first the ever-streaming tears trickling down my face always ended on the blue-floral pillow case and then when I turned to the side of the bed; the side meant for mama and saw no one….i grab my pillow so fiercely, squeezing out every iota of foam in it…. Then as expected…i’d throw it on the cold-floor …

I stared vacantly into space; my mind numb… and started recalling the myriad of events that had happened in quick succession—



“Susan, please your mother’s case isn’t something new under the face of the sun, there’s a 60 – 40 chance she’d be alright..” I recall myself wearing a smile for a split-second after Dr. Maxwell had finished assuring me of “no-harm”

Something made me gain consciousness, it was a sound I wasn’t sure of…I checked my phone on the right side of the bed….i didn’t realize I’d screamed ‘8 missed calls’ until I heard the echo coming back to haunt me…” Full story? click the link - https://lightspeaksblog./2017/03/09/susans-episode-part-i/ Happy reading Nairalanders