Flames of Otedola, Lagos Nigeria

Hi there...This could not have been a better way to introduce myself but currently it is how i feel..I am Wesley from Nigeria and this is my story.

ASHES AND BONES

I revert to my notepad in a bid to clear my head of the incomprehensible footages I just feasted on.
Right on my blank sheets all I see is white.
White garments that adorn the corpses of men set to be returned to the earth.

I see my little baby girl. I thought she would not come back home today. She did!
She came back only on this sheet.
Her sweet-bitter memories fill my head.
She is here now - maybe not for my last words but for my sheets to be adorned with her name in tears.

I don't think I can bear this anymore.
I close my 3 years 15 days old notepad - now filled with salty water my tiny eyes birthed.
I can't take this all. I'm kinda hallucinating.
Maybe not now because all I see right at the cover of my notepad is him.
Holding hands with the notelord.
It was our pre-wedding photos.
It's been three years now and this is the first time he his yet to be home before 12.
Or has he gone for the vigil ?

Oh he can't!
Baba security won't be in church today.
Maybe tomorrow or next.
'cos today took him for a ride without his consent, I hope he returns soon.

As 'soon' as I see ashes and bones no more..

In memory of the lives lost in the Otedola Fire accident.