Never knew it would come down to this.

My world crumbles

When i got to Nigeria, it was my birthday on that same day, 18th of August. No one remembered and no one cared, not even me. When i got to my dad's house i met lots of relatives and family friends. I was perplexed at the fact that they were all patiently waiting for my arrival. But i was expecting none of that. All I wanted was to see my dads body and be left alone.

'Kevin you are back' said my uncle. 'yes Sir'. 'welcome back boy. I wish it was on a better circumstance but death respects nobody. It decided to take your father at the very prime of his life.' then Uncle Emma lifted up his glasses to wipe of the cloud of tears forming on his eyes'. I felt very uncomfortable with both his speech and display of emotions. All i wanted was to see my father so i asked him right away, not even caring for the fact that i had not yet rested or even dropped my luggage. I still had my backpack on and my traveling bag was still by my side.

'wouldn't you even thank me for organising all this in your absence? At that point i wondered who else was to bring all these people together. I was 17 years old a day before n now 18, and no one remembered nor did i even care to think about it. So i told him that he was the only one who could do such. That i didn't see it as a special favor but as his responsibility as my uncle and my fathers only surviving relative. Uncle Emma was furious. He scolded me right there before everyone. He accused me of having no manners and for being totally ungrateful. I felt no such way, rather i felt like he was bent on getting upset with me one way or another. People came to my rescue and pleaded with him to be considerate of my circumstance, that i just lost a father, had no mother and i needed no such talk. He was quiet afterwards but his glaring looks made me wonder if i just made an enemy for life