Flinging an arm to the side, Kuuku is aroused by the shot of pain that run through his arm on hitting the bare floor. "Awwwwwww!", he whimpered.
Once again, he lay not on their bed. He was in the living room, laying on a sofa.
Standing up was a pain; his bones cracked as he straightened his six feet frame.
Settling on a couch, he checks the time on his phone; 4:47am.
He groans; his elbow rests on his knees and supporting his head in his hands, Kuuku thinks about how the turn of events in their home had him sleeping in the living room for almost a week now.
"Why can't she see I'm trying the best I can?"
"Who are we competing with?"
"Must she always have the last word?"
"What am I doing?", he wonders, recalling the conversation he had with Barima, his buddy.
Barima's voice drones out, "What about you? So far you have listed all the things that she is wrong about. You? what about you?"
"I admit I have been egging her on, fueling the flames of discord. I have not been forthright with her; losing the promotion, her cousin's advances, my health. I give her the roundabout when she asks what's wrong."
For a long time Kuuku is still. The sound of crickets filled the air; a distant bark from a dog; an engine starts up; the neighbourhood wakes up as dawn eases away.
Kuuku, all of a sudden gets up, grabs a pen and paper, and wrote; things that he had been itching to say, through the only way he knew how- poetry. He tears it up; writes another.
He slips the letter into an envelop, whispers a prayer and lays it on the mat by the door.
Kuuku grabs his car keys and off he went.
It is 7:51am.
Kuuku opens the door with a slight hesitation.
Mumsy lifts her head from the paper, looking up at him.
Uncertain, he just looks back.
She smiles, with stretched out arms.
"I am sorry, Kuus"
"I am sorry too, Mim. We have to talk. I will tell you, but first..."
He glides into her arms, holding up the package he went out to buy.
Mumsy could smell the tantalizing aroma of Hausa kooko and koose.
*Please read this post for better understanding
*At Myne and Nana Yaw: You asked and thus you receive. (smiling)