*DEPRESSION*

“Hey, can we just let this thing about Linda go? It was just a rash stuff that meant nothing. It was once hun, just once.” Obi pleaded.
“Bae who’s that at the door with you? The paper man?”
That was a thick baritone voice to which she replied, “no darling, it’s an old friend who’s about leaving.”
“Are you with him now?”
“Not really, he came to submit an overly pleasant letter of request to which I gave my best stamps. Beat it hun, your case is obsolete. Catch ya!” she winked and shut the door on his face.

As obi trudged home from thence, he felt his breath slackened by an unpleasant feeling that came with memories. He would choose coma to the thoughts of Courtney with another guy. His heartbeats seemed to be trudging too as he recalled how their sick mother startled when he snapped at his sister and banged the door so hard on his way out. Drawing closer, he perceived that home was a discordant choir of grievous sounds when he got there. He opened the door and Olanna left the grip of crying neighbours and lunged at him furiously.
“You! Devil! She’s gone! If you had stayed, we would have taken her to Dr. Uzo’s. fool! Like you never knew she was a B.P patient when you raved and banged the door so hard…so hard! I hope your morning duty gets mummy back from the morgue.”

Obi felt something break inside of him. His mum was dead; he felt like a murderer. The beams of condemnation from the present faces and her sister’s ravings bade him rush into his room. He wept, cursed and swore as halved imageries of Linda, Courtney and is mother swept through his mind. His strength gave way to a deathly feeling that ploughed his insides, it was pain, fire and weakness. He gulped copious rations from a bottle of gin before he sank back to the floor facing the ceiling. He waited till he swooned to a feeling that drowned his thoughts and the plaintive voices.
it as his eyelids closed in death.


SAY NO TO DEPRESSION


*FRANKLIN MISSA* ✍✍✍