Regret

BROKEN PITCHER

It was a clear day, and the blue in the sky had signs pointing towards the door. My appointment was for 12pm, and I was ready to go by 9:45am. As an early starter, I was used to being up and ready on time. Breakfast was waiting as soon as I stepped out of my room.

On this particular day, I prayed the ground would open up and borrow me for the rest of the day. I had a pleasant dream just the night before. It was a rare case as I mostly have sleepless or blank nights. I woke up with a heart filled with expectations.

My destination was quite far coupled with the “Lagos traffic.” I was out before my Mom started her prayer routines and advice. I heard her say something about an umby, but I was already out of the door.

Now here I was, an hour away from home and an hour away from my destination. The rain came with no remorse, leaving me drenched with regrets.

Victor Oyedele