It was 27th December, just two
days after Christmas 2013; I saw him sobbing like one who just lost a child. I had
asked what happened several times but
each time he raised his teary eyes, now red and almost swollen, he’d feel like
talking but soon buries his face in his palms and continued to sob.”Somto what
happened to you please?’ came the query again. “Talk to me or I would leave
until you are done crying?” What really happened to my handsome guy?
Somto was not expecting anything unusual or
weird from such a lady and more so, not from the circle as sacred as a church.
The car pulled up and the horn blared sharply, very characteristic of Chinenye
each time she arrives and parks in the garage. Graceful and elegant as ever she
stepped out, and dutifully reached for a beautifully packaged basket of
provisions-a welcome present this Christmas period. Who wouldn’t want that?
Chinenye had earlier in the month got 3 packet shirts also as Christmas gift.
Somto
had more than he needed at this time. Who doesn’t like gifts? I love it too.
But December 27, was a day he wished he never
even knew anyone like that rich lady that always brought them things at the parish.What happened?
