Sunday, April 5, 2015

Who Am I Without You?- Epilogue

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For the first time in years, my mother and I sat outside with a smile on our face, talking about the good old days. Ever since Kate threatened to harm herself, my mother completely changed. Before I returned from work, she would prepare dinner and ask me to come join her. She would even ask me about my work and about Bolu especially. She had really become fond of him.  Today, she was telling me stories about my late mother. What she liked and what she disliked.  She even told me about their childhood together. I realized my biological mother and I had nothing much in common. The woman who raised me, whom I looked up to for everything, was the person whom I’m more in sync with. It is commonly said that bad things happen for a reason; maybe this was not really out of the box. I was on the task of peeling the last orange with me when we heard the voice of someone singing.

He has given me victory
I will lift him higher
Jehovah I will lift him higher.

Kate sang and danced to where my mother and I were seated.
“Mama!” She called out excitedly. I was more worried about the way she jumping up and down as if she had forgotten she was pregnant. Feeling the excitement in her voice, we rushed to assist her, curious about what had come over her.

“Lola, help me thank the lord.” She said, as she continued to sing. My mother and I gave each other a confused look.

“I was just resting ooh, after taking my meds for the evening when my phone rang, and guess who it was?”
She didn’t even give us a chance to answer when she screamed, “Dayo!” As if my mother and I had planned it, we both asked in unison, “Dayo?!”

“How dare him!” after all he’s done to my daughter… but tell me, what did he say?” My mother said, drawing closer to Kate.

“Mama, I can’t even talk right now.” She said joyfully. “He started with greetings, asking how I’ve been. I told him I’ve been coping; managing.”

“Yes, that’s right.” My mother interrupted, bumping her head.

“I thought he was going to hang up any time soon but out of nowhere, he started apologizing!”

“He said he was sorry and that he misses me. As much as I tried to keep my composure, my baby was kicking and I couldn’t help but cry.” She added.

“Kate, did you tell him about the baby?” I asked.

“No ooh, not a word. You said I shouldn’t tell him yet.” She replied with a full smile on her face.

“Ooh good, very good.” My mother jumped in.

“Come here, I’m really happy for you.” I reached out to give her a big hug. My mother raised the song that Kate was previously singing and we all sang along. We were singing songs of praise to God for shining his mercy on our family. It was as if he was writing a whole new story for our family.

Two days later, I was wakened by the vibration from my cell phone. It was Bolu; the other Bolu. I was in no mood for any insult from him. Last week, I received a wedding invitation from Bolu. Can you imagine? The nerves he had to send me an invite to his wedding. The invitation was in the garbage can as we conversed
“Lola.” He said. His voice sounded as if the weight of the whole world had been dropped on his shoulders.

“Yes.” I replied, half awake and half asleep. It was 5:45 in the morning.

“We lost the baby…” He said wearily.

“Oh-my-God!” I exclaimed, seating upright on my bed. I had been wishing them every stroke of bad luck that was possible on the face of the earth but I never meant they should lose their child.

“How did it happen?” I asked him.

“I just don’t know. She said she was having pains, so he rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said she had to deliver the baby right there or else she wouldn’t make it. After all that, the baby still didn’t make it.” He said. I then realized the reason why he called. He needed someone to rest his shoulder on. But in as much as I wanted to listen to him, I was seriously not about to get involved with Bolu.

“I’m truly sorry about what happened.” I said.  “I hope you two find a way to heal.” I added.

“Yes, I hope so too.” He replied. Then there was a long pause before he finally said, “Lola, can I please come and see Dare sometime next week? That’s why I’m calling...”

I took a long breath as I rested my head on my pillow. What do I say to this man who has already missed his way home?

Two years later…
Two years later, I married Bolu. It was a small gathering. His mother was such a beautiful woman. A month before the wedding, I’d gone to look for her. I needed her and her son to reconcile because she was the only family Bolu had left. His sister didn’t attend the wedding and neither did her husband. They were both grief stricken after the loss of their child. I didn’t need my husband to fire Bolu. No, that was not my goal. As long as he stayed away from our lives, I was fine.   

As I held the letter from the doctor which confirmed that I was two months pregnant, I knew a new life had just began for me. I was going to have this baby who was loved by both parents. I would never had to explain to this child that daddy wasn’t there. And even if I have to raise this child all by myself, I have no fear because I now know one simple fact about life--- I am nothing without me.


Thank you dear readers for your wonderful comments. We have now successfully completed one series… thousand more to go. Stick around. 


  1. Please, where is my amiable noble miss peace. Eveyone should join me in applauding her.This story is so heartwarming. Infact, it made me fantasize..more grease to ur elbow and more ink to your pen. Thanks for this and God bless you

    1. Hello @Daniel Thank you so so much for reading this series and your comments were always so lovely and encouraging... I would really loev to see more of you on my other works... Thanks again Daniel!!!!!!!!!!

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    1. Finally!!! We finished it. Bunmie it has been a pleasure to write for you and to see your comments all thorugh. Thanks alot hun.

  3. Wow!you are such an awesome writer.I really enjoyed this.Cheers

  4. I really took my time to read this and I enjoyed every bit of it. Thank you Peace!

  5. At last, enjoyed reading every step of the way, I love your stories, they are beautiful.Thank you


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