You Must Be A Saint

“Kehinde! Do you know how worried you made me feel?” Olasile attacked her son immediately she caught hold of him. He had just gotten into the house. The house he has been avoiding for weeks. Kehinde pulled away from her. He told her not to touch him. She tried holding him again but he threatened to push her this time if she tries to touch him.

“What kind of son would do that to his mother?” Olasile asked K.

“The son whose mother and father took part in the death of his child and his fiancée”. K said. Olasile asked him if he was yet to get over Lanre. She told him that whatsoever he does will not bring her back so he should move on. K scoffed. He told her that she was right. Whatsoever he does will not bring her or his child back. Whether he chooses to be happy or sad, whether he griefs or not, it won’t bring them back.

“So what is the need to be happy if it won’t bring them back either? What is the need to forgive you if I will never get to have my child? A child I had no opportunity to see what he or she looked like!” K yelled. The mother retracted from him.

“I know your husband is not busy today, so I have come to see him”. K said to Olasile.

“You are not making us your enemies because of a dead woman, are you?” Olasile said.

“Consider yourself dead too!” K said to her before walking past her. She placed a hand on her chest.

“I was not in support of killing her Kehinde! I didn’t even know your father had such a plan until I heard she was dead. I also wanted my grandchild”. Olasile muttered. She wished she could say this to Kehinde’s hearing. But he would not believe her. After all she had considered Lanre as not being up to their standards.

K got to his father’s study. His father looked up from where he was seated to see K standing right in front of him. He asked K if he was the repented son of Prodigal or he was yet to find redemption.

“Redemption you say? Wow! For a man who could kill his unborn and sinless grandchild framing it to look like an accident, you must be a saint?” K said to his father.

“Get out from my house if you are still stupid not to know that I’m doing all these for you”. Governor Adewale said. K laughed. He sat down instead, doing the exact opposite of what his father said.

“You should relax Sir! Even Presidents die on seat. It doesn’t have to be a bullet put to their head or a sickness or something. They could just die either from choking on their food or from hypertension. Things like that”. K said to his father. Adewale asked K if he was threatening him. K shook his head. He told him he has only come to pay his last respect and that was all.