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“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” The pastor’s voice brought Ariyo out of his reverie. Ironically, just two years ago, the same pastor had pronounced the blessing that joined him and the woman they were returning to earth as husband and wife. When he had said “till death do us part”, he had pictured that death decades in the future, not a mere two years later. But now, she was gone, to a cruel and violent death which some minister had tagged an act of God. He wished he could strangle her.
He went through the motions and listened to all the sympathizers express their condolences and then went home. The house felt empty, the type of quietness that you can hear. He saw her in every corner, at every turn, in every single room in the house. No, he couldn’t stay in this house, he thought. He picked up his keys and called his mum. “I’m coming,” he said. He got ready to go out and as he placed my hands on the door handle, his ring clanged. Damn, everything brought back painful memories. In anger at no one in particular, he took off his ring and dumped it on the couch before leaving the house.
The moment he got to his parents’ house, his mum noticed immediately. “Ariyo, where is your wedding ring?”
“I took it off before leaving the house,” he responded.
“Ariyo, you want them to say you couldn’t wait for your wife to go cold before you started chasing girls around? To say you used her for something? Young man, go back home and get that ring! In fact, we are going together.” She marched him towards his car as confused Ariyo wondered what he had done so bad to draw his mum’s ire when he came here for comfort.
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