Mr. Kola visited us twice.
I was beyond shocked.
I put down my window and I smiled at him, waited for him to recognise me but he didn’t. So I said, “Mr. Kola, you can’t remember me?”
So I introduced myself and reminded him of our encounter. Mr. Kola put his slate down, stretched his hands towards me and I quickly grabbed them.
“Oh, Mr. Kola, don’t cry.” I said, tears already filled my eyes and I let them pour. It was all just so sad.
I made Mr. Kola sit with me in the car as we parked away from the fuel pump.
Life has hit Mr. Kola hard but God put me in his path today
Mr. Kola will be fine too. I’m happy to make sure of it.