30 Days To Divorce By Daniel Iduh

30 Days To Divorce By Daniel Iduh (Jane's POV)

I was walkin around in a bazar store making shopping when I säw a cashier talking to a little boy....couldn have been more than 7 or 8 yrs old... 

The cashier said, 'im sorry, but you dont hav enough money to buy this doll'.

Then the boy turned to me and asked: 'Aunty, are you sure I dont have enough money?'.

I counted his cash and replied,

' you know that you dont have enough money to buy this doll, my dear'.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'its the doll that my little sister loved most and wanted so much.

I wanted to give her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there'.

His eyes were so sad while saying this.................................................. 'my sister has gone to be with God..............................................daddy says that mommy is sleeping and she is going to visit God from her sleep very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister'.............................

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said;

'i told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait untill I come back from the mall'.

Then, he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me

'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister wont forget me. I love my mommy so much and wish she doesnt have to leave me but daddy says she has to go to be with my little sister'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes.

Very quietly, i quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy 'suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'

'ok' he said, 'i hope i do have enough'.

I added some money to his without him seeing me and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said:

'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added 'last night before i went to sleep I prayed for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll. He heard me!'

'i also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but i didnt dare to ask God for too much. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.My mommy loves white roses.'

He even asked me....

'aunty, would you be there to say goöd bye to my mommy when she is about to go? daddy says I can invite my friends'

'ofcourse I will be there'

I replied without any hesitation.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldnt get the boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article some days back which mentioned a man who lost his wife of ten yrs to cancer after his daughter died of it some two yrs ago.

Was this the family of the boy too?

Two days after my encounter with the little boy, I read in the news that the young woman would be burried at the weekend.....I couldnt stop myself as I bought a buquet of white rose flower and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there in her coffin holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the foto of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

As I bent down to drop my rose, I saw the little boy runing towards me. He gave me a very passionate hug as I lifted him off the ground to my chest.

I couldnt hold back my tears when he told that....'.................................that man leaning over the balcony, the one in black robe, the one looking at us right now....is my dad'.

I turned around and saw him. It was him, the man I fell in Love with in my office, the one I told to get a divorce so we could get married, the one who came rushing to me that morning screeming.....'I wont get a divorce!' MICHAEL BENIBO! my boss in the office.

I know he wil never forgive me for the death of his wife b'kos he told me she will think her self to death if He divorced her. my name is Jane Cambell, I hope I'ill be forgiven by God b'kos I will never go out with a married man again. I'm going home now to die in peace.