PEJU'S LETTERS

Suicide diaries

PEJU’S LETTER
A sigh escaped her lips the minute she turned the lock of their oniru estate apartment. It was just too much, everything was fresh, it was too raw. She stepped into the apartment and turned on the AC, it was always like this, her body temperature right now could cook a whole cow. She dropped her briefcase on the table, she walked round the house touching everything, these was a ritual she performed everyday after working hours. She walked into the bedroom, took off her clothes and shoes and removed her bra and panties and threw on Ayo’s TM shirt, it is a Bijan shirt. He bought it the last time he traveled to Miami; he even bought the femme version for her, they wore it every friday night when they were in the mood for a lil his & hers.

Her thoughtful Ayo, her sweet Ayo, tears were already dripping from her face when she made her way to her altar and sitting on the mainframe stood the picture of the love of her life. The only man she had ever loved fully and completely. His smiling face was smiling at her, he only had that look when he had something naughty up his sleeves. Surrounding his picture were candles of different shapes and sizes and a hublot wristwatch, his body was never found. She let out a scream and crumpled to the floor, she let tears rack her whole body. She had lost Ayo in the ‘DANA AIR CRASH.’

Peju works with Zenith bank and Ayo worked with a reputable oil and gas company, they met through a friend and before she could say quidditch, they were already dating. Ayo was the best a woman could ask for, he was her father, her brother, confidante, lover and even sister. She found her perfect man and he was everything. Money wasn’t the problem, ayo didn’t mind that she earned her own money, he spoiled her silly every time. If he gets something for himself he would make sure he gets the femme for her, he even went as far as shopping for her undies. He was that sweet, he was so happy the day she told him that she was pregnant, they discussed names, sex, place of birth. He told her that he wanted her to go abroad and have their baby in a birthing pool cos he didn’t want her to go through any pain.

She was at home waiting patiently for Ayo who was in Port harcourt, he was due to fly home that afternoon, they were neck deep into their wedding plans but he had to travel to ph for an urgent business. She could hardly keep her eyes open these days, pregnancy et all. She was asleep when her phone rang and craig david’s unbelievable woke her up, she smiled and picked up her phone, hey baby; she greeted him and she could feel his smile. When are you coming home? He replied her babes, I had to stop over at abuja, I had to pick up some important documents, I could wait for them to Fedex it but am impatient, I need to get started on this. She smiled, that’s her man, always impatient to get a new project going. He told her that he will sleep over and come directly home the next day cos he wanted to see an investor. She kissed him good bye and went to bed.

She fell into a troubled sleep and woke up some hours later, she checked her phone and saw 30 missed calls from her friend Bidemi, crazy girl. She wondered what happened. Maybe she came to their place and she knocked for a long time. She dialled her number and she picked immediately, she shouted at her, check channels immediately, she flicked till she got to channels and saw the caption. DANA PLANE CRASH, she felt goose bumps on her body immediately, she started crying, 119 people on board plus crew, she didn’t know why she crying, maybe her hormones were acting up. She felt sorry for the people who lost their lives. Thank God her Ayo was still in Abuja. She saw a caption that the manifest has been released and she logged in with her bold 5 to check it out in case she knew anyone there. She didn’t make it to the sixth name when she saw AYO MAKINWA (M) on it.

Darkness enveloped her immediately.

Reviews

[Tomi]

Wow, i was glued to this. A very interesting story. The end is brilliant! welldone.. The Dana Crash was truly tragic