On Wednesday, Maria was on a motorcycle, her goods tied in a wrapper, balanced on her head with one hand. She heard her phone ring and picked up with the other hand, "Hello,"
The bike man parked, the line seemed clearer now, "Hello, Mo ti n gboyin, ki le s'ope o sele si Taiwo ati Kehinde?"
The caller simply said, "come back home, please come back home."
It was sunny but Maria began to freeze from inside, she knew something was wrong, she prayed all the way back home, that nothing was wrong.
It was already chaos around the building but people let her through because Maria was going to get herself under the rubbles to fish out her babies.
She felt hands on her shoulder holding back, 'Huh? who is that that wants to be unfortunate? Why are they trying to stop me from getting my babies? Ah ahn!'
So, she waited. Till today, Maria cannot recollect how long she waited for but she kept the faith and prayed.
Then she saw her, Kehinde.
Kehinde was pronounced dead.
Not long after,
At the hospital, the nurse said to Maria, go home and bring Taiwo change of clothes, please.
Adeyemo Adeleke Sunday