The Ways Of The Unfaithful (Episode 9)

My father wanted an autopsy but that idea was rebuffed by my mother and some of my uncles. They claimed it was not only a waste of money and time; it was further going to prolong the grief.
Let the boy rest in peace. One of my uncles suggested. Daddy later gave it a nod and the next day, all in black, we headed for the cemetery for the burial.

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A week after Osaro's death, I resumed school again alone. The school bus would come pick me up at home and bring me back home alone. I could not get him out of my mind, he was my soul.

We were always together and always did everything together. Osaro was a funny little boy. He always mde the house lively.
He was full of pranks and sometimes very mischevious. I remembered all the little childish tricks that he had always played and I couldn't help but cry. I cried all the time, I cried in my heart, in my sleep and I felt my heart burn.