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Novel Title (LONELY DAYS CHAPTER ONE)
BY: BAYO ADEBOWALE

The night Ajumobi died, nine full moon ago, a shooting star zoomed down the empty in a long line of fire; the people of Kufi heard the go-away bird hooting a sad mournful tune in the bough of an iroko.
The meaning of all these were clear to Yaremi: Ajumobi had been accepted by his Maker. His Spirit has gone straight to heaven - not missing the way! Yaremi's eyes twinkled. She did not know whether to begin to shed tears of sorrow or tears of gratitude. But because her husband had left her alone to the wicked world just like that; without a word of farewell; she quickly made a choice: it must be tears of sorrow. Sorrow from the abyss of a trouble heart!
Yaremi's face instantly was shadowed in deep misery, and the whole world immediately went blank before her eyes.
She made efforts to console herself - even as the distrustful eyes of''sympathisers" glared from helms of garments, secretly castigating. Yaremi wondered... Her husband certainly did not die a disgraceful death. For this she told herself, she must thankful!
Ajumobi did not die an abominable death. No. He did not not drink poison out of frustration with life, and he did not fall from the slippery chips of the palmtree on a raining day. He was not struck by lightning, not bitten by a Cobra and not crushed to death between the falling walls of the village mud buildings. Ajumobi did not hang himself like the _aku_ firewood cutter whose dead body the people had cut down and had buried at the _iloro_ with indecent haste, inside a shallow nameless grave filled with loose soil and porous sand. No su***de for Ajumobi. He live like a man and die like a man. Yarem was thankful, but the tears now rolled in torrents down her face, streaming into the corner of her mouth and tasting like salt. The temporariness of man's passage on Earth was a certainty! Yaremi, at once surrendered herself to the design of destiny and to the agony of irreplaceable loss.