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It is the tenth day of april, 2063, some minutes past 9pm, and in one of the south-eastern cities of Nigeria. Henrietta is close to the nineth month of her pregnancy. She felt his every movement in her- for it was a boy- and the excitement of the feelin, she alone can understand. She is too tired. The day had been the one year remembrance of her late father, and the preparations had been hectic. Her husband had helped a great deal, but it was her father, so she participated too, but cautiously due to her condition. Frank had tried to dissuade her from doin anytin but she had insisted. He couldnt blame her, she was fond of her dad. Unlike most of her friends, Henrietta wasnt priviledged to grow up wit a mother. Her father told her she had died after she was born. Rumour had it, and still has it that he neva got married, instead he paid a woman to give birth for him, yet, she still relied on her father‘s tale. For he had played the role of both parents perfectly. . He was the beat dad ever, though he had his flaws, but her thoughts always focused on his good side. And that is what she is doing now. Alone in her room- frank in the bathroom takin his bath- she is remembering the good times with her father. He was the funniest man she had ever known. Then she goes into a slight sleep, and in few minutes time, she is beside her father‘s grave with a bouquet of roses in her hand. She knelt down and dropped the flowers on the tiled grave. . As she stood up to leave, a great wind swept her off her feet and up, above masts. She yelled but no one heard. No one even expected such occurance. She couldnt even see below, for her view was blurred by the thickness of the wind, combined with whirls of brown dust. She was caught in between shieldin her eyes and holdin unto sometin so she could break her motion. It was like adrenaline ceased to flow, she could come up with any reflex escape strategy. Suddenly, the wind tore her gown. And then her brazzier and her short. She was stark, and still floating. Fear gripped her that she
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:20:49 +0000

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