A Joyful Sorrow
"Father, it’s I, Adrian, your son. I’m back, father, wake up!’’
Adebayo heard the words, sounding dreamy like gibberish in his ears. Though the voice sounded somehow familiar to Adebayo’s ears; but heaviness of sleep has blurred his brain from decoding who really owned the voice. He turned to the direction of the voice and found Adrian standing wearily, without prison uniforms but looking shabbily. He was wearing the ragged, white-washed blue jeans and red T-shirt a warder has gifted him after his release from prison.
"No, it can’t be in real life,’’ Adebayo shouted in surprise, pinching himself in the arm to be sure he wasn’t in a dream anymore. "I am I still dreaming? No, I am not.’’
"You’re not dreaming father, it real life. It’s your son, Adrian, standing before you. I’m back for real, father! I’m back from Okutanla!’’ All the words came out in a single breath.