She called and I thought it was one of her, 'Hi" calls. "They are moving you again" she deadpanned. My heart sunk and I felt that familiar lump again in my throat.
This was a strong career move, but as usual I was once again blinded by emotions. What does this portend for us, what would the distance do to us and can the fledgling partnership withstand the shock.
I saw the fear, I felt the voice quake as the dreaded missive hit my eardrums on its way to my weakened heart. This was the second time, the second time the infidels struck. The first time was repelled, repelled by the same dark angel who has now facilitated this present move.
Port Harcourt, I heard. Port what? I screamed. At that point, I saw Zara, her begging eyes, squint with pain. I had missed all her milestones. didnt see her sit, didnt see the first tooth, didnt see the first walk and didnt hear the first word and now just might not see the first pop on her chest.
what kind of life and for what. for a morsel of bread at the end of the month? for a pittance at the end of the month?
I just laughed and looked in her big eyes. I tried to smile but couldnt get the energy, but then she smiled. I saw the unique gap, the slim flesh that covered the gap, but went up exposing a sweet gorge and I found strength.
Started working the phones, had meetings and slowly but surely manourvered my position to a place of little comfort.
Na wa.
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