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Benedictus90: Guy, U̶̲̥̅̊ too dey ooo....
Thank God say dat story no b true life o, I for jes faint ma own 4 here too (I no go die sha)

hahahaha. Na fiction toh bad.

noblebright: I jus wish i didnt open this threat cus it jus spoil my day, this story maks me cry as if it was a true lif story. nice1 DUDE n tank u for spoilin my day.

kizmartino: Wooo..tnk God its fictional..

I dun dey fear b4 ooo

Hahahaha. Thanks for the comment sirs

catholy: thumbs up guy

angelamina: Wot a touching story

Beautful.B:
Wow...wat an heartfelt story,u made me cry, ur a good autor and a film writer keep it up.

I love you guys. I wouldn't be able to finish it if not for your comments.

osykull22: why did it end like dis

. I have modified it read it again. Now to the end.

Story Continues.

THE BREAK UP

" I'm at home lets meet in the church. One hour before the service commences" broz dropped the phone.

He went to the wardrobe. " give me my bible" he said, stretching his hands. I landed a big black book on his hands. He fastened up his button and belt, walked up to the mirror and used the exit door.

"How was the service" mother said, as he was just walking in.
He didn't reply. He walked straight into the room and locked the door.
It was time for food. I was ordered to call him out. The door would never open no matter what. " Henry, Henry," my mother screamed. My father ran out of the room and joined us as we began to knock the door hard.

" If you commit suicide because of a woman, thousands of them would attend your funeral" my father voiced out. There was no sign of life in the room. One would think there was nobody in the room. But we knew that he was there. Everything- the sandal, the keys and the fact that the door was locked from behind, showed that he was inside.

" get me a cutlass" father said. I went and returned with a cutlass. We broke the door and jumped in.

Lo and behold. My brother was sitting on the bed crying. My parents who were already dieing gave a sigh of relief.
" what are you doing to yourself?" mama said.
" I dont want to talk to anybody" he muttered.

Papa walked back to his room without uttering any word. We stood and consoled him though it wasn't working.

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Tragedy struck both families two months later. Helen's father had hooked her with a gentle, handsome man. There wedding was fixed for November.

Brother had been reduce to nothingness by tears of sorrow. He would never forgive himself for betraying such a girl. The woman was forced to be "happy" in the noon by her father's constant seizure. She had to be happy if she did not want to lose her father.

As the wedding day drew closer, sorrow and agony followed. Broz had cried out his eyeballs. The pastor and workers of his church had been summoned by mama to comfort him but it wouldn't work. Father couldn't just bear what he called "emotional stupidity". He would always wonder how a matured man would cry in such a degrading manner. The lady's predicament was worse. She dared not cry out because of her hyperthensive and diabetic father.
She always cried in solitary places, in the night. Her new lover had reported her to her father.

"I dont understand Helen" John complained. "she would never chat with me, she sees me as :..." he was short of words.

"Helen!, Helen!!" her father called.
"Sir" a voice answered from the bedroom.
" Daughter since ur Mum died. You've been the only sons of my joy. The only reason I exist. Daughter, i love henry just the way you do. But henry does not value you. I'm doing this for your interest. Pls accept john and move on with life. Its only a matter of time" He began to cough unstoppably.
"Water, Water, Water" she shouted. Her father fell into her arms. He was dieing. They quickly rushed him to the hospital via john's camry car.

In the hospital, she was told to always make her father happy and to do his biddings if she does not want her to die. She had been pretending to like John since the incidence.

My broz would never like to see another woman. His heart had been stolen away by Helen.

LAUGH A BIT.
My mother thought the reason broz was devastated was because there is no one to fill the vacuum helen her left. So she arranged a girl who had been his friend sice childhood
. Titi walked in and sat on the chair. "Hello, hi. Henry" she called.

My mother went and whispered something to her ears. "Go and meet him the door is unlocked"
must be what my mother said.
She stood up and walk majestically to the room.

"Ehhhh, mama, heeeelp " she yelled. We ran into the room and saw bro beating her after he had poor soaked garri on her face. We tried hard but bro would never let her go until Dad came to the rescue. When she was finally left alone she was sweating like a goat.
I couldn't help but laugh whenever I saw her though I was sorry for the incidence.

THE WEDDING DAY.

It was saturday, 24 November. JOHN WEDS HELEN. I didn't know how the invitation letter got to bro. He picked up a biro and wrote on the IV card. HENRY WEDS HELEN. Tears rushed to my face as I saw it. I had dreamt of that day when bro would marry the goddess but the dream would never be fulfilled anymore. Tears slid down my face like a waterfall. Bro looked and saw me crying. He dropped the IV and picked up his diary. He began to write something. I stretched my neck to see what it was. It was a poem.

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon can no longer hear the falconer
THINGS FALL APART, LOVE CANNOT HOLD
And mere agony is loosed upon my soul"

N.B : the poem belongs to WILLIAM BUTTLER YEATS. There are minor modifications to suit the story, however. (NO PLAGIARIASM IS INTENDED)


Bro, dropped the biro and walked out of the room. "Where are you going" I asked. "To find a new lover" he replied without turning back.

I suspected insanity. I was right. He did not wear his sandals. No, he must not get to the street. I jumped out of the bed as if catapulted by a spring. I ran to the kitchen. Mother was frying plantain. She jumped out of the kitchen knowing fully well the shame that accompanied the mother of a mad son. We ran out of the flat. We flew through the gate. "Gboaa" the gate sounded as we slammed it behind us.

We ran out into the street with naked soles. Our feet landed on pointed stones. They raised dust as they landed on the soil. Human and animal faeces painted them. Gob of mucus spat out from men's throat watered them.
We rushed out of our street. We look left and right. We were bewildered. We saw crowd of people rushing to the right. We followed them, pressing hard against the increasing crowd.

" That gentle and young man" a man shouted.
" Who is the man" mother asked impatiently.
" I no know am o" he answered fearfully. We increased our speed. We were more concerned about the victims than what had happened.
We looked down the road some people were surrounding something which was lying on the hot road. We increased our speed again. "No, it can't be bro Henry" I thought out loud.

As we were running closer. We saw a car decorated with balloons, on it was an inscription that read : JUST MARRIED. I increased my race as fast as I could. I had to see the victims before the ambulance come and pick them.
I pushed anything that stood on my way. I stepped on people's toe. I walked on people's shoe. A man tried to stop me. He was a thug, popularly known as Godfather. I slapped him hard, he fell and began to roll on the ground. I continued runnind as fast as I could. His boys followed me.

As I moved closer, I saw some people with colourful attires and costly robes. I saw them surrounding a man whose leg was hanging loosely on the ground. "It can"t be bro. He is too good to die just like this." I covered the space and ran into their midst.


"No no no no" I screamed " no this can't be true. Bro, bro, pls wake up" I held his head on my laps. I saw through my tearful eyes other corpses. A man and a woman. I looked intently. It was sister helen in her wedding dress. I screamed like a mad dog. I looked at the man in agbada. It was helen's father. His spectacle stood on his nose. I cried out louder than ever.

" Somebody tell me I'm dreaming" mum arrived,fell and died.
" No, mum you can't leave me like these" I screamed. A man came to pacify me I landed a blow on his nose. He began to roll on the road. It was the same Godfather. A man fell on my back from behind. I had tried to land another blow on his head when I saw it was died. He dropped dead Immediately he got there. " I can't bear this alone. Dad pls don't leave me' I lamented. I hit my head on the concrete road, blood oozed out and mixed with sweat to wipe my tears away. I cried and cried until water stopped flowing from my eyes and voice could no longer come out of the throat.


I cried till late in the night. The ambulance came and pack them into the van. I prayed there wouldn't be another tomorrow. I felt the ground should swallow me. I regretted the day I was born. There was no hope whatsoever for me.

I sat there in the middle of the road. Everybody went home. The night birds and toads joined me to mourn. I decided to go home and die.

I stood up and roared like a wounded lion. It was all dark. I took out the phone from the pocket to serve as light to my path. "Guy,how far" a friend pinged. "May you never know peace in your life " I typed bitterly. "You look good in that pic" it was my best friend. "May you never see the end of this year" I was very bitter. I stood up and began to cry home.

There were flames everywhere. I saw people carrying buckets of water and running into our compound. Every of our property had been burnt. The plantain mum was frying had generated into an inferno. I slumped and went into coma.

THE BURIAL.

I came back to consciousness. It was january 1. I had been in coma for over a month. I regretted waking up. I was discharged two weeks later.

I went to the mortuary and collected their bodies. I buried the parents but decided to keep the lovers' corpse for a befitting burial.

I went to a local carpenter and told him to make a casket that would contain two dead bodies. He obeyed and did it perfectly.

With the help of the youths, I took the corpse to the cemetery. Godfather volunteered to help understanding that I didn't mean those dirty slaps.
They were laid in the casket like couples having s*x. We lowered the casket into the pit. Godfather fell into the pit. "Eh eh jeeeesssuuu" he shouted as he quickly jumped out of the pit. We filled the pit. On their tomb was the epitaph:

" Here lies the last lovers
Henry and Helen."


I turned and never looked back. I walked out of the cemetery to rebuild my fallen war of jerusalem.


THE END.

" The story is purely fictional. Resemblance with anybody's biography is a coincidence" THANKS