The scrawling by Laolu on the cast looked cool some days; today they seemed a bit messy. ‘Cute Mummie’, ‘pretty lady’ the different colours of crayons, did give it a bit of flavour though. Whew! Kevwe exclaimed, turning to Bolaji as he ate his lunch ‘could we ask the doctor if my cast can be taken of this week?’ she inquired, with an arm at akimbo. ‘It’s well over two months now, what do you think?’ Bolaji, put down his fork, as he swallowed a piece of dodo, it’s just about a month away, you’ve come this far, surely you can wait, he responded. Hmmm, what do you want?’ he asked.
She looked out through the window as she turned away from him, fighting tears, ‘I don’t know anymore, she muttered, I really don’t know. As she wiped a lone tear from her cheek with the back of her hands. Pushing the chair back as he rose, Bolaji walked quickly and took Kevwe in his arms, it’s ok baby, everything is going to be just fine, So gbo?’ as he rocked her gently.
Hmm, sure does not feel that way, I get to stay indoors all by myself most of the day while you are of to work and Laolu’s at school, its easier now, but I want to be able to do everything I could before all this…
‘Mummie, are you sad again?, Laolu queried, ‘no, Sugar. Mummie is just having one of those days…’ But you are crying!, Kevwe turned to look at Bolaji, pleading with her eyes. She could feel the pain resulting from Bolaji’s seemingly helplessness at this point. ‘Laolu why don’t you and Mummie go see what’s happening with Sheba out back and let Daddie finish his meal.’ Kevwe offered…Hmmm,’ ok he said, taking her out stretched hand as she broke free from Bolaji’s arms.
Dear God, she silently prayed, where are you? As she patted Bolaji on the back, ‘Ok, you go on and finish your lunch, while we take a short stroll out back, you could join us when you are done,’ she said over her shoulders as they went off: she hobbling and he skipping.
Dearest Secret Keeper
I don’t know what went wrong today, but I got all blue, guess it goes to looking at the cast for too long. I need you to help me; this is affecting everyone in this house. The time between my request and the desired answers seems soo long. Want my life back…want to drive myself somewhere, anywhere, whenever I want, no more public transport for me. And mostly importantly, don’t want this affecting my baby Laolu. Am I insensitive to Bolaji’s loving care? Am I putting him under stress? Some days it hurts bad, today happens to be one of those days.
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