A Collection of Short Stories

Soogun Omoniyi
Whispering Waters
“mu..m..mumma.. mi kest hus pain mi ogain... mi kest... mumma...mumma.”
She had not responded swiftly enough this time unlike ten months ago and in the two
previous years. She was heavy now. Chris lost the fight for his life at the hospital. He had
been born with a congenital heart defect.
Now, she would derive joy from the fact that he had been set free from his jail, he would get
to Heaven and tell God everything. Still curved around her waist was her husband’s hand.
He kept consoling and checking her belly from time to time, reassuring himself that another
baby was there and on its way.
Suddenly, everyone turned in response to a shrill cry. Such at a funeral was not unusual,
but there was something about this particular one; it didn’t stop, and was accompanied by
a continuous grabbing of the lower back. Janet was in labour.
* * * Hours later * * *
Daniel got up from amidst five other people and moved in no particular direction. He soon
returned and dropped beside a shivering lady. The way his legs trembled made it look as
though they were both in a contest. The more she shivered, the better he vibrated.
“Take it easy sir,” someone said from another waiting bench. He ignored.
He sprang up again and began pacing the hospital waiting room. He couldn’t wait to carry
his ‘real child’.
A green coat appeared from his right. He tore towards it,
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