Grandma's Death Adventure

Grandma's Death Adventure

It was 4:30am in the morning, I was at my apartment trying to make up a great post for my Steemit account, when I noticed my other phone was blinking, my mum had been calling me for hours, seems my phone was silent and it wasn't vibrating, I must have mistakenly switched it without noticing.

After I saw her missed calls, about 12 missed calls, I got scared, she doesn't call me this early, not even when she wants to pray for me.

So I attempted to call her back when my father's message popped in with the content "Sallam Alaikum son, mama just died this morning at 2:00am on the dot, I'd been calling you since then, but you aren't picking your phone, hope all is well?"

My heart skipped, i breathed heavily, my grandma just died i couldn't contain myself, So I quickly called his number back, but it wasn't going through, I mean he didn't pick up, he must be busy or something, so I called my mum and she picked immediately, shouting and moaning on phone, "mummy is dead o, we've been trying to reach you, we are going to Fadeyi now, can you make it so we go together, your father cannot drive in this state"

I told them to give me few minutes, just picked one shirt, the one I wore the day before, because it was closest to me, right on the wardrobe beside my bed, took my pants, didn't bother to brush my teeth let alone to shower, I just took my charger, my tab and small phone, I don't own a car yet so I locked the door and quickly jogged down.

I got to my fathers house at 5:10am, opened the gate from outside, because it was opened before, someone must have gone out that morning.

He's house is a very big duplex, so I quickly ran upstairs to meet him, he was so pale, my mum was right beside him trying to console him, he couldn't talk normally, he said my junior brother has asked him to drive him, but he can't allow him to drive that long distance, besides he doesn't have a driving license yet.

So I grabbed him and ordered every other person downstairs, I took his car key, we all went down, locked the door, and zoomed off, we got to grandma's house by 6:49am, all my uncle were still mourning real bad, grandma only gave birth to guys, and my father is her first born, he's in his early fifties.

I followed the tradition and greeted all the elders before going in to see grandma, she was a Christian, though my dad was an Alhaji.

So they had to contemplate on how to go about the burial, my Dad and the pastors that came for her, because grandma was a deaconess.

The pastors agreed that they bury grandma that same day she died, because that was her wish, they also contemplated whether to come bury her at my fathers house, because he had a very big building, its a two plots land, with a duplex for him and his family.

Three bedroom flats, two bedroom flats and a room and parlour self contain for rent.

A very big poultry behind the house, so there is more than enough space in the house, but they later concluded to take her to a cemetery behind yaba technical school the place was called "Atan".

So after my mother and some other women bathed grandma's corpse, I had already brought the coffin with my fathers car from a place not so far from fadeyi, I went with my father's junior brother, though he was still mourning but I consoled him on the way.

Everybody was surprised I didn't cry, because they knew i was the closest grandchild to grandma, you know, the first born of the first born in the family, though my eye balls were very red and watery but I still didn't cry out like others did.

But when I went to check her inside personally, just me and my brother, because I wanted him to snap me and grandma, I couldn't bear seeing the cotton wool in her nose and mouth, I couldn't hold back the tears, in fact right now i can feel the tears coming, I tried hard but couldn't, I didn't believe my self, I managed to take the picture.

But I cried like hell when I got outside, went to a corner, just me and myself, I chased everyone who made attempt to console me.

After I was done crying, we carried her into the coffin, and placed it in dads car.

I didn't drive his car no more, I couldn't drive the car with my grandma in it, so I drove a friends car, with all guys in it, I wasn't crying anymore but they still consoled me.

I worked like hell yesterday, when we got to the "Atan" the cemetery, I and some other three guys carried the coffin on our shoulder, it was so heavy, that was the first time I carried a coffin with corpse in it, our destination was far, but we still had to carry it by hand because the route could only accommodate human, not even a bike could pass successfully because they are a lot of holes and gallops, which we had to avoid.

My shoulder hurts bad, I still had to keep going because everyone saw me as a very strong guy, I had no choice.

The other guys seem to be professionals in carrying a coffin, because they work there at the cemetery and they understand the path and they led the way.

We finally got to the bury, it has been dug by some workers there, the pastors were awaiting us already, we did dropped the coffin and the pastors sang their hymn, for very long, after they finished, we carried the body into the grave and all was done.

I personally paid some guys to design her grave with marbles despite I was with much on me, but I just had to, I believed that was a way to pay her her last respect.

Now grandma is gone and we should be celebrating her eight days by next Sunday.

Three big cows had been ordered by dad and his brothers.

I will tell you the rest of the story next weekend after the burial, I forgot to say this, we did her wake keeping on that same day,and I also spoke, and appreciated all she had contributed in my life, she made me understand Yoruba language, I got to learn my fathers language at a very old age, from grandma.

I do love you Grandma.

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