PAINFUL TRANSITION

 I penned a few lines and rushed to take a shower, I was running late for my gym class.

On a norms, I would usually rise before the cockcrows everyday to write one or two verses before hitting the gym.

While on my Nike air force, jogging to the gym house that fateful september morning, I felt a bit woozy.

I pulled over, coz I knew I wasn't gonna make it.

So, I took a bus back home.

Mum on seeing me, knew something was wrong.

Her son has never been home this early, plus he's not looking very strong.

As a tall muscular giant that I was, mum signaled me over to come for checkup.

She examined me and confirmed my temperature was abnormal, from the way I heated, she said it must be a fever.

She then gave me a sweet massage with cold water and towel, which by the way, was mum's first aid before leaving to get some medical care.

She left and I fell into a deep peaceful sleep, such that I've never had in my entire life.

Afor muru eze! I called out, on waking up stronger and better than ever.

Mum always have a remedy to every issue, it's either her presence or her elevating words.

Nneoma, I called out again so I would share with her, how very okay and strong I am after her usual first aid.

She couldn't hear me call, coz the noise from outside was clogging my voice.

It was so loud, and I wonder, why?.

From the dissonance coming from outside, I could recognize the voice of my mother, father, siblings, friends and that of other numerous familiar voices.

They were all weeping sorely and I wonder what could have transpired such hot afternoon grief.

Off the couch, I went to see for myself what was happening, and from what I saw, it happened that someone was painfully transited.

And when I took a closer look, that painfully transited someone, was me.

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