WHEN THE SEA CRIES.

Chapter two

when there is no rain and the sun is dead to the dark of night, I cut the long road short, walking for an hour before I reach my street, walking is one of the most comfortable thing I do, the pleasure is exceeds the pain of walking a long distance because it allows me think and reminisce how well I did at my job to do, and if there was any mistake to correct, it comes to mind before I get home.

apart from that, the doctor had advice me to walk a mile or two to burn caroles, the fat around my lungs gives me difficult breathing, hence I always have my inhaler with me.

I thought the asthma left ten years ago, until recently when I found myself in the hospital, Meko work all shifts for two weeks before I resumed.

I had bought a lot of things for myself, the girls and Oko, the last of my mother's child who had lived with me since she died 17 years ago.

before I entered the junction leading to my street, I brushed my left foot against a stone as I try to jump over the gutter.

today there was light on my street, I could see a handful of people standing opposite the flowers forming a barricade, one feet away from the gutter leading to my block.

I want to yell and ask what is going on but something holds me back, in that desperation my step increased, a quest to assume a fortitude on property, the familiar faces poke no glee, am anxious and relentless.

it is frustrating to see people looking at you from a distance, you think you could do anything about it until you can't, over the clouds it looks like it is going to rain, then again it might be my mind play tricks probably because of the absurdity I see on my front yard.

am very close but it seems a mile a way, the closer I get, the more familiar I get, most people standing, where my folks, I felt satisfied but their reason remains vague.

now I could hear wailing, it was my auntie's voice, I heard that cry last when my mother died, they were favorite to each other, she had repeated to told me she still misses her even after all this years.

I wanted to ask the crowd what was going, then my wife wailed even louder than my aunt, I swam through the cloud of people as if they were trying to hold me back.

everybody's gaze resumed on me it makes Chilas cry even harder, I could see blood all over her, I scanned my home for my girls, I couldn't see them, I thought they might be in their room

we lived in a three bedroom house, every other space in the house can only be seen when you walk through the second door standing on the left wall of the house.

immediately you walk through, you see the kitchen door, which I burst open, it was clean, except a pile of unwashed plate, they would have been washed by I wouldn't care to know why until I see my girls.

they barely come our room unless am home, I didn't bother to check, their door was opposite ours, Oko's was next.

As I stretched my hand to open their door, I slipped, I was in a pool something soft, it could be water I thought, the lights in the corridor is not as white as others in the house, I made it so since last Christmas because it appears beautiful.

I managed to open the door with one knee on ground.

it was a pool of blood, my girls was on the floor lying lifeless in theirs, for the first time in decades, I lost all there is that made a man to be sane and happy.

There was blackness, an unexplainable vagueness, in the split of that moment I have asked myself thousand of questions, I wish I could tell myself why this has happened to me.

my tears held back still like heavy cloud preparing a down pour but yet no rain.

deep down my soul is soaked with the pain.