Category: Fiction!

I'm sweating,

I can hear chairs far back squeaking,. A baby is crying,

My head is spinning

The day feels rushed,or maybe it's just this way for me.

The pastor clears his throat into the mic,and the ring bearer besides him stretches forth the pillow that has the ring on it in front of us.

'Do you Abishola,solemnly swear to take Abdul as your lawfully wedded husband before God and man?'

I look up at him, 

His smile is different,Genuine.

He's young,happy.

One more look at him and I'll be his wife again.

I can't let that be,

I shake my head,the tears begin to fall...

'I'm sorry but I can't'

Everyone is confused, the noise in the building triples.

Abdul takes my hand and I look at him again,

His face is distorted, there's pain all over it.

'What's wrong?' he asks pleadingly

The way he holds me reminds me of the same way I held his body before he gave up the ghost,

I remember vividly how he surged violently, up and down as his body tried to fight back and breathe after i plunged the knife in his throat.

I would never hurt him,Not intentionally.

It's all the drugs.

I promised I would take it all back if I could and leave his life for good.

God's given me this chance,I won't miss it.

'It's not you,it's me', I say,before i run out the building. Weeping. 

I'm sorry Abdul.

I had the chance to do it all over again.

We both know,the best way to fight danger is to avoid it.

I'll always love you,fiercely!

29-01-2021