Feb 16th 2016

Walking down the hospital corridor

Fighting against the tears.

Because, only few minutes ago,

I had been told my father passed away.

And only few minutes ago,

My life came to a screeching halt.

I can see my sister’s hand bag on the hospital floor

Bless her little soul.

As I approach her,

“Dadamy (you know this name, right?), He is Dead!” She squeals.

“Emmanuel, It’s over” my cousin with a sorrowful face says,

I keep my mouth shut but

In my mind, I want to. I really do.

But physically, I just can’t.

I feel my sister’s arms around me.

and I spot the “MORGUE” sign few feet away,

and “Is this happening?” I ask myself

And my worst day continues…