As I walked down the covert besides the Cathedral at Saint Mark Street, i reminisced on how the life of my brother was taken by some assailant in the broad light of the day. The blood, his last breathe, his last words...these were what I just couldn't let go.
David has always been the man i Iooked up to..even though he was only twenty-four, he already has the astute preference of an elder statesman. Most of the time our mother refers to him as her husband.
Although David might have the inclination of a gentle soul, his eyes fell in love with a female angel enslaved by the devil. This girl loved my brother and he also does same.
That afternoon that his life was taken, he had a little quarry with our mother pertaining the pregnancy of his girlfriend. Our mother was angry. Her most adores boy will now become a father, she thought.
Its was a truce bargain, said a neighbor at his funeral. At least he got a boy to carry on his legacy..."All hope is not lost", said a man in the cloaks of a priest.
Awww, sorry about your lost @obaseki. I can relate well to that, having lost an elder brother to tooth cancer some years back. Always draw strength from the good memories you had with him.
Really sad though bcos it took me a long time to move on....a mentor gone...thanks for the encouragement .
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