The white walls surrounded him and sometimes, he felt choked up but he had gotten used to the view. He had also gotten used to the odour, the sights, the people and the treatments. It was his life now. One thing he had not been able to face was the thought of his death. He knew within that he was dying and at any moment, his soul could be plucked by the rough hands of death. He was so sure he would head straight to hell with all the terrible deeds he had committed and the unfruitful life he had lived.

Lately, he had been having a rethink about his life; the preacher was totally responsible for this. After listening to countless sermons in the ward, he began to think about how he could have lived a better life. It was too late to turn back the hands of the clock but it was never too late to make the necessary amendments, especially now that the future was uncertain.

His greed and choice of friends had cost him a lot. It all started when he was promoted to the position of manager at the oil company he worked with. It was a thing of joy but he failed to realize that power and responsibility work together. His friends changed with time and he began to move with people he thought to be in his “league”. Gradually, he was introduced to the art of drinking and puffing little rings of smoke. Then, he thought he was having the best out of life.

Omolabake, his wife noticed the changes and tried to correct him but her efforts were futile. It was then they started having incessant arguments, some of which hinted at their childlessness. He would always complain to his friends at the bar and like the subtle serpent in the Garden of Eden, they opened his eyes to the fruit of extramarital affairs. Few days after, Sandra became the side chick and one year later, Sandra sat on the throne of the wife of the house. He sent Omolabake packing because Sandra was pregnant for him.

His joy was cut short when he found out that Sandra was also a side chick to many other men; this implied that he might not be responsible for the pregnancy. He stupidly went to his friends and they made him drown in alcohol, cigarettes and sometimes weed to forget his sorrow. He went from bad to worse; his conduct became terrible at the office. After series of warnings and suspensions, he was finally given the boot from the oil company.

He thought he would be alright since he had his friends to support him. Unfortunately, his friends left him; after all, he didn’t belong to their league anymore. Suddenly, he realized his mistakes and worse, he realized he had nobody. Omolabake was gone and he had chased his family away when they came to fight for Omolabake. This prompted him to indulge further in alcohol; his life became more miserable by the day. He spent the money he had on alcohol and didn’t bother to feed well. He lost weight, became weak and experienced negative changes in his body but he didn’t care until the day he fainted on the street. That was the day he knew he had cancer of the liver- Stage IV.

Apparently, he still loved his life and God still loved him. The doctor said he had a short time to live but they could still keep him under their watchful eyes so he would be somewhat stable.

He deposited the remaining money he had in his account for his treatments and even now, he had stopped receiving adequate treatment because his money had been used up. He was just waiting for death.

With a sigh and a heavy heart, he called on the nurse and begged to use a phone. He called his family first to apologize, and then he informed them of the news. They promised to meet him as soon as possible. He also called Omolabake whom he found out had actually been pregnant as at the time he sent her packing and already had a one year old baby boy. She was mad on the phone but she said she wanted her child to see his father at least once.

He had done the right thing because he knew his tomorrow was uncertain. As fate would have it, he never saw the light of the next day but passed away while surrounded by his family, Omolabake and his son, Omokayode, who was named after him.

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