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Whispering Waters<br />
Soogun Omoniyi<br />
sing and live like other kids, that he wanted an everlasting hug. Without wasting time, she<br />
wrapped her arms around him, leaving him only to muffle on her shoulder. It was the best<br />
feeling.<br />
According to her obstetrician, another joy would arrive through her womb in some weeks.<br />
Chris would no longer be alone, her husband would be happy and she happier. She<br />
muttered a word <strong>of</strong> prayer.<br />
“I can’t wait to carry this baby, a real child!” Daniel had bluntly disclosed the last time Janet<br />
returned from the doctor. She had answered with a hopeful smile.<br />
* * * Weeks later * * *<br />
“...dust to dust, earth to earth. O God, whose beloved Son did take little children into his<br />
arms. Give us grace, we beseech thee, to entrust this child, Chris to Thy never-failing care<br />
and love...”<br />
A lanky priest recited at the feet <strong>of</strong> a tiny grave. About seven black robed forty-year-olds<br />
hummed very sorrowful hymns behind him. Sorrow hung in the air. Janet watched Father<br />
Jude raise his big black Bible to sign a cross over the hole. The same Bible he displayed<br />
during Chris’ christening thirteen years ago, the same Bible he prayed to God with during<br />
their years <strong>of</strong> trying to conceive another child.<br />
She stared as the wooden c<strong>of</strong>fin got lowered into the earth. Memories <strong>of</strong> the last two<br />
nights streamed to her again. Her son had wobbled into her and her husband in their room,<br />
clutching his chest,<br />
116<br />
Tales from the Other Side
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