Morómoké looked at her phone's screen for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. She just stared, with tears streaming down her face, tears of joy and of longing mixed with gratefulness.
"Dehinde's on his way home, with me", the message Joshua sent simply reads.
After ten years of living a life of wild chase in the city, her son is finally coming home, coming back to his senses. Dehinde has been in the city since 2007 and next month it would be officially ten years since he stubbornly bid his mother goodbye, unmoved by the tears pleading with him, warning him that the grass only looks greener on the other side. But are the grasses on the other side always actually greener?
Dehinde left, leaving no address, no phone number, no relative or friend's address, nothing to trace him with, no one to get across to him through.
'Rómoké sat up suddenly, her son's coming home and all she can do is sit there and weep? No. Today
is not the day of weeping, it's a day of celebration and before celebration comes preparation.
"What to do?" she asked herself, already moving towards the backyard with a Knife in her hand, issuing a silent death sentence on her only surviving fowl. Within one hour, she had blended the melons, washed the vegetables, diced the meats, made a delicious pot of vegetable soup, cooked the yams and pounded it. Who says African mothers are sluggish?
After setting the table and decorating it with two bottles of chilled wine, she picked up her phone to dial Joshua's number, Dehinde's friend, the one who sent the good news, to inquire about where exactly they've gotten to, Josh picked up on the fourth ring; "Hello, oko mi".
"Hello ma",
"ore e nko, where are you guys now?"
"What guys ma?"
"weren't you the one who sent me a message that you guys are on your way?"
"ah! I was the one ma, but erm I was just joking, I haven't seen my friend in as long as you haven't seen him, just wanted to get you excited. I thought you were going to call me back immediately you received the message, I had since forgotten about it, if not, I would have called you back, sorry ma. Dehinde's still no where to be found".
"What?" Mama fainted.
Pro 26:19-20
Like a madman who casts firebrands, arrows, and death, So is the man who deceives his neighbor and then says, Was I not joking?
Ephesians 5
[4]Obscene stories, foolish talk, and coarse jokes—these are not for you. Instead, let there be thankfulness to God.
JesusCaresAndSoDoI- TiToluwaNiMi.
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