The funeral has become a crime scene, confused police men are littered across the cathedral. Father Okoloma has pled the blood of Jesus a million times…..
It was time for the ritual of staring at the decayed corpse with materialistic relatives in crocodile tears and agama lizard nods.
I endured this hypocrisy when mama passed , papa just joined her in eternal oblivion.
But this time I fled with my grief , I deserved the serenity of brooding over anyone I held dear. So the oozing body of papa is laying stone cold in my back seat and their casket is empty.


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