“Are you still hurt? Emma”.

      “How can I pretend that it doesn’t hurt me desperately, when from now my parents would ask after you, my throat would tighten up ” I replied.

      This has been hard for him to bear, because in all other respect, he has been a wonderful friend to me. He had a great authority, and kept an eye on everything we did, including my emotion .I still showed him how well I loved him.

      On a certain morning he breathed his last. That was another saddest moment in my life.

      Now even at death, I still loved him, but had learn a great deal of lesson from his mistake and that of his dear parents.

ore years and life to spend. Don’t give up on your faith.”

      “No Emma, I am lost and lost” he answered back.

      Our plan of going to waterfall that afternoon had gone to shambles. So, we swallowed our disappointment and waited for the pain to clear away. But it was not forthcoming. He felt privileged that he had me at that trying time.

      The following day, ken opened himself to me. Though he remained my friend till death, but I never knew ken would disappoint me when I had needed him most. Ken had gone to Portharcourt eight months earlier and fought his father for marrying his mother when he knew quite well that they shared a different genotype and phenotype.

      “what do I do  Emma” he asked and cried again.

      I stood fixed at him and did not really want to hear more. Fear seized him at each passing moment we spent talking. He was sure he was going to die. He doesn’t want to die. His greatest problem was an unkept emotion. It has well disturbed him that I feel inadequate staying around him again. Ken cried at each time he sees me unhappy and I could not avoid him whole and entire. We lived in the same room except during vacation, which he choose to spend with me thereafter.

      Out of fear, ken dropped out of school with only my knowledge. And for the next two years he did not die, but had frailed and emaciated. I cared for him more than I have done for my own body. My heart aches for him, and for the fact, that I was going to miss him dearly. Where else can I get a friend like him who dearly understands me? It was horrible. At his sickbed he felt my hole at heart and he began questioning me again.

      “Are you still hurt? Emma”.

      “How can I pretend that it doesn’t hurt me desperately, when from now my parents would ask after you, my throat would tighten up ” I replied.

      This has been hard for him to bear, because in all other respect, he has been a wonderful friend to me. He had a great authority, and kept an eye on everything we did, including my emotion .I still showed him how well I loved him.

      On a certain morning he breathed his last. That was another saddest moment in my life.

      Now even at death, I still loved him, but had learn a great deal of lesson from his mistake and that of his dear parents.