‎Day 0043 of 1000 Days.

‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth 

‎Part Six.

‎It was dark. The sun was still shining brightly as designed by the creator but that day was grimly dark for the Williams. 

‎Mum was garbed in a black apparel. Mr Kunle was adorned in a black apparel. I was the only that decided to break the existing custom. I put on all white. Why should I be dressed in black when I had vowed that the joy of the Lord shall always be my strength?

‎At first, I did not want to attend dad's burial because I knew the gloomy ambience it would carry but I just had to because I loved my dad. I really did. 

‎The eyes that cried that day were innumerable. The undertakers stopped to drop the casket. A lot of good things were said about dad and when he was about to be taken down to the grave, the joy of the Lord could no longer sustain me. I dripped blood like an injured wound.

‎It was over. Dad's existence on earth was over. But a question lingered in my heart: What would be said about me when I leave this wicked world?

‎I moved to mum and Mr Kunle and together we wept as a family. When we got home,  Jago too could feel the lingered depression in the house for the next three days because she could not eat lavishly.

‎When I slept that night, I remembered that Mr Kunle would be leaving us in the next two days. Again, I wept bitterly.

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