Before The Dawn Of The Reaper, Part 1: Weird Monday

My alarm clock rang me awake from the depths of my slumber. I could almost swear that thing gives me heart attack every morning. But this morning was different, I was practically jolted out of my sleep with a pounding knot in my chest like I had been running. I looked around me unsure of my surrounding with the pounding in my chest starting to reduce, I slowly dragged myself out of my bed, turned on my phone and en route the bathroom to empty the pressing contents of my bladder. I sat on the toilet seat, trying to clear my head and figure why I felt so on uneasy this early morning, I heard notifications after notifications pouring itself into my iPhone. I gave a low groan in frustration sometimes it’s like the world was waiting for me to wake up. A few minutes later I was out of the bathroom and I walked downstairs deciding to intentionally ignore the notifications on my phone. I saw my mum’s usual note, written briefly and signed with a kiss, “Sade Dearest, Breakfast in the Micro Wave, Car keys in the glove box of the Altima if you need to go out, Love Mom”. Mum’s Notes were one of those things that never stopped making me smile over the years. I put water on the gas cooker to boil for tea and finally decided to go up and face the day starting with the notifications on my phone.

                I scrolled through my phone, 12 new emails, 13 new Twitter mentions, 10 new Facebook messages, and 2 new texts. I wiped my face momentarily confused about where to start. I opened my emails first, 4 emails from my magazine’s editor asking me to re-write all my articles again and 3 more emails from him, more work to do and I am supposed to turn them in before 3.P.M. Fuck, sometimes wonder who the hell he thinks he is. Lucky I don’t have much to do these days anyway, since I have been out of school on strike I have had to work more. I went through my Twitter then my Facebook, finally got to my texts and One Text from my network carrier, MTN and the other from the last person I expected to text me, Odunola Williams.

                I froze momentarily, that knot in my chest returned, pounding harder with my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. The text was brief and it read “Sade My Heart, I don’t know how long I have, really unclear about what will happen in the next few hours. I want to see you, I need to see you. Please grant me a dying man’s wish and please come. Odun”. It is clear now why I felt uneasy when I got out of bed this morning, why did he send me this? What did he mean dying man’s wish? This guy doesn’t deserve my time, he doesn’t deserve anything from me. I will just ignore this text, yes, that’s what I’ll do. I slid my hand across the text and selected “delete”. I went downstairs to check on my boiling water, returned with a cup of tea and a slice of bread and settled in front of my laptop. I started to attempt correct the errors in the articles my editor turned down, but I couldn’t think straight, my thoughts were clouded and I was losing focus. I kept thinking about Odun’s text

One minute I was in my room with my pyjama on in front of my computer, the next moment I was whizzing through the Lagos traffic, cussing myself and telling myself all the reasons why my going to see this man was a bad idea............

To Be Continued 

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