‎Day 044 of 1000 Days. 
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‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth
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‎Part Seven.
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‎It was a Friday evening. Mr Kunle, mum, and I sat in the living room to discuss about Mr Kunle's departure to Lagos tomorrow. 
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‎'Mr Kunle, must you still leave tomorrow?' Mum asked passionately. Love fully revealed in her eyes. 
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‎'I have to. I mean, I have to look over my businesses back in Lagos before the people I trusted leave me with skeletons'.
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‎I moved to Mr Kunle and hugged him. It was as if time stood still within that moments. With Mr Kunle, I have learnt to love everyone unconditionally, regardless of their stories or scars.
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‎But what would happen to Jago and me once he left us? We would still survive but life without him might be devoid of goodness because Mr Kunle was a gem of inestimable worth.
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‎'Please, stay here a little more- not for me or Danjuma, but for Jago and my dead husband. Please', mum begged.
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‎Mr Kunle began to cry. Soft silent sobs. Mum moved to him and gave him a consoling hug. Seeing that, I went to them and hugged the two of them close. 
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‎'I will stay back for a week more. I will do it for the late Mr Bashir, Jago, Danjuma, and you, Mrs Sade', Mr Kunle revealed, almost in a whisper. 
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‎I jumped up happily and for once, I forgot that dad died two days ago. Mirth and ecstasy also gripped mum's loins as she muttered a 'thank you'. 
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