Awelewa's heartbeat returned to normal some seconds after Agbegbemi left. She decided to still hide for a while in case Agbegbemi changes his mind to come back. After few minutes, she came out of the inner room, and decided to wake Ayandele up. But, on a second thought, she decided it would be good to leave him alone to rest well enough. "Atleast, he should rest before he would start his rehearsal with his boys." She said to herself. She was almost at the door step when she felt it would not be nice for her to go without speaking with him. She was so sure that her father would not allow her come back again that very day. She turned back, and called his name. "Ayan" she called. "Ayanmi (my choice)" she called again as she approached the bed. She sat beside him on the wooden bed as the bed gave a grumbling sound, as if complaining of the strange additional weight. Awelewa quickly got up from the bed before the bed would level with the ground as a result of excess weight. In it all, Awelewa was suprised that Ayandele has not woken up at all. The usual Ayandele would have woken up with all the noise and sounds around him. "A man should not always sleep with his two eyes closed." Ayandele would always say. He had told Awelewa that on one of her visits. Ayan was sleeping that very day when Awe came in, and Awe wanted to suprise him by sleeping beside him. But, her footsteps had woken him up, and yet, he pretended as if he was still sleeping. As Awe tried to gently sleep on the bed, Ayan turned to her and smiled. "Can I ever suprise you?" Awe asked. "A man should never sleep with his two eyes closed." He replied with a smile. Awelewa was not sure if Ayan was still trying to suprise her. "Ayandele" she called again, shaking him. But, Ayan still did not respond. She turned his face to herself, expecting to catching him smiling to her. But, to her amazement, Ayan was not smiling. Rather, Ayan's face looked so pale and his eyes were wide open and white. Awelewa gave out a loud scream as she tossed Ayan's lifeless body here and there. She defied the warnings the bed had given her earlier as she sat on the bed putting Ayan's head on her laps. Tears ran down her eyes like a stream, as she complemented her tears with series of loud screams.
(c) 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
Ode to the dead drummer. Poor Ayandele. Who killed him? Who brought his life to a sudden halt when his life was filled with hope and possibilities. Who terminated his dreams and aspirations at the very prime of his life? My prayer for you today is that, may your life never be terminated at the climax of your life IJN. I also pray that, may your expectations never be cut short IJN. Join me tomorrow as we continue the story and together resolve the mystery behind Ayandele's death.
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