MY FIRST LOVE [ EPISODE FIVE ]

My Dad and Mom had woken up earlier than usual this beautiful Saturday morning. It was around 6am when they started the preparation. It was the day they have scheduled to return to Honorable Lafeunwa's, to tell him their final decision as regards to Adelola's pregnancy for his Son Bright Adedolapo Lafeunwa junior.

Dad and Mom was looking so gorgeous in their native attires, Mom was putting on (Iro ati Buba) her best native attire then, "a royal blue colour Dry Lace which was trending then, so only few people could afford it". Dad also was putting on the same Dry Lace with ( Fila Abetiaja ) just like Mom did. You need to see what am talking about; they looked like a king and queen, they were majestically dressed. Well, I knew they had the feelings of someone on a lucky day. They were overwhelmed with their thought of becoming a millionaire. That was their thought at this moment I know. So I wish they can just share their feelings with us as they are going, but as they journeyed to Araromi-ire street, Lafeunwa's Estate Ibadan Nigerian, they didn't say a word concerning it.

As I was told. As my parents got closer to his House, there was a large number of people wailing. This was unusual my parents kept wondering what was happening in their street. At last they got to the mighty Gate, but today the story was not the same the Gate was widely open and  lot of people were coming in and out of the Elegant white magnificent mansion of honorable Lafeunwa. What is happening here? Dad asked Mom. "Mom replied why don't we try to go in so we find out what was happening, I know something bad has happened here Dad said to Mom, because I can see people shedding tears. Mom quickly replied him, I thought as much but lets go in first to know what's happening. Immediately Dad and Mom step into the building. Honorable Lafeunwa's and his family were all sitting in the main sitting Room crying. They were all holding  pictures of who we weren't sure we knew. Some were placing it on their chest shedding tears seriously on it. But on the centre table there was a portrait of who we can't really identify or we can't predict from a distance, it's only if we moved close to it. We will have Love to ask anyone, who died? but the condition we met them was so critical no one would answer us. Lets go through the condolence register on the Table Dad said, lets check who is really inside this portrait Dad pointing to it. So they decided to walk down to the table. My  Mom had barely read  anything there when she shouted. Oh! God and she slide...

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MORE LESSON

Don't hope too much on what you have not be given. What is in your hands is only yours, promises can fail, even in the last minute. Try to believe it, but don't put too much of trust in it. Anything you trust so much, must surely disappoint you so much.