Earth...

The side of her bed was ruffled. Her tooth brush was as it always was,turned upside down on d sink. Her towel,grey in colour was as dry as d bushmeat sold on d roadside of Ore.It had been two weeks since the clock stopped...two weeks since I heard her hum in d bathroom while brushing. Two weeks...
The sound of a little being put me out of my thoughts...I was still indifferent about dis baby...d thought of been reminded of such an unfortunate event at every sight of this child drove my mind wild wit different feelings of Anger,Hatred,Love,Pain...it was inexpressible.....Everything in dis house made me want to b locked up far away; from d smell of her perfume, d paintings on d wall even as far as d curtains ol reminded me of her...I couldn't help regretting why I supported her decision to redecorate last year,,,she ws all about d grey theme as it symbolised winter,d period we met 6 years ago...
 It had not been d usual "love at first sight"...it was more of "hate without reason"....she was d best female student in Law and I was d one who partied most of d time and still kept good grades. I knew her as d "ova sabi" girl as a typical nigerian will call a brainy n she knew me as d cheeky boy who got away with almost everything except her! My Criminal Law Lecturer then required us to pair up and living in d spirit of feminism,d girls all picked from a box their male partners...Jumoke chose me and I was undoubtedly angry that I would hv 2 work this time 4 my course...I ges after the idea clashing on our assignments,we started struggling with feelings that were beginning to grow inside of us!Convincing her to date me was almost impossible! I had to constantly prove myself but that's history now.
Walking to d bathroom ws an ordeal,staring at d mirror ws worse,I was a mess!Ma beards were so full,for a split second,I tot I was Majek Fashek,but who was I to bother?!what ws d point of looking gud wen perishing ws inevitable!!!...As I dressed up in my jalamia,I remembered how Jumoke will nag about me being
in love with black especially my black jalamia!She always felt that it ws a colour of death n mourning!Smh,I realised that rite now,dis pis of black clothing that I used to slip into for comfort was going to be my outfit for not only d death of my heartbeat but also for her remembrance!I did not care if it ws going to fade or tear!I would wear it till it was cald my uniform!
"HAaa Jumoke",I shouted as I could not help feeling d loneliness and emptiness laying at d bottom of my soulAt dis tym,my mother burst into my room with a wailing "being" at her back...she ws speaking so fast and d words I could catch were "suicide" ,"death"...every tin ws falling before me!I had not cried since her death but now,I could hold it no more!I sunk to my knees and cried!d pain I felt was excruciating...it ws like my house fell on top of my heart n crushed d arteries....my mother watched me and sobbed!I looked and saw him peeping from her back...I hadn't even giving him a name...I had not seen him for two weeks and frankly I was not interested..looking at him brought back a whole lot of feelings,I picked my car keys and stormed out of d house!
As I walked hastily towards my car,I cldnt hlp but notice d scenery!Weeds were sprouting from everywhere possible,,,that was my wife's handwork,she did not mind dirtying h er hands with earth to achieve a homely environment.At a point in time,I got jealous at how much time she spent taking care of the garden!Selfish Me!! I got into my car and drove to d church were her mass was holding.dey had begun without me!
I sat myself at d second to d last pew and looked before me...it seemed everyone had accepted her death except me...I watched as they dabbed their cheeks and shook their heads...y did my Jumoke have to go?!Y did she hv to giv life in exchange of hers?Y did she hv to liv me,tot we were Siamese till death did us part...death wasn't meant to come now...wasn't expecting it but what can I say...it is a debt we all owe...d day it comes for its payment is forever unknown......I looked at d picture placed beside her coffin..dat picture was taken at our traditional wedding...Her smile was as it always was...Beautiful!I always tot she ws perfect for any toothpaste advert!she was "my" Model!!!I remember calling her attention to d camera man infront of her...she was d centre of attention dat day...even as unprepared as she was,d picture still came out beautiful...d piercing note from d piano shook me to reality...people were coming towards me...I had been avoiding dis...every1 pretended to knw how it felt!How could dey lie straight faced...I was d only 1 going thru this...I heard d "ahs and ohs" ,the "God is ur strength" and "O ma ses"....Turning away,I walked outside amidst d whisperings from onlookers///...Jumoke was inlove wiv children...she couldn't bear not having at least one...I was comfortable just being with her but she wouldn't hear of it!After 3 years of marriage,she became desperate....dis was her first pregnancy n after 9months of mood swings and morning sickness,c wat it yielded..."Afolabi!!! Afolabi!!!My mother in-law called me out of my trance,it was tym to pour a spadeful of earth on my beauty's coffin...holding the spade,I stared hard at d earth!Wasn't it ironic that from the dust of the earth,God created Adam and the Garden of Eden...It was from dis same earth that the flowers vegetables as well as weeds in my house grew from,yet,it will b used to bury her 6feet under!!!A thought came into my head to jump into the dug pit with my wife but the being's finger on my neck from my mum's back melted that tot away!looking at him.I saw Jumoke's signature,d dimple on his left cheek!A tear rolled down my face!I poured the earth on her coffin and walked away!