Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Marriage is a private affair; Sequel Essay

As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his get it on with a imposition coming from his chest. It wasnt a pain that do you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still bear tho it seemed as though he was stuck in age. His heart manage faster and his mind was propelling from go forth to discipline to across the vertebral column and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation hed never felt ever before, and as he saying his sustenance flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out.The onetime(a) man fin in ally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked himself if it could have been a go up death experience or just a really splendid and messed up dream that only comes around every couple of years. He knew one thing for sure and that was to get to his sons house right away(predicate) and end the path of negativity. His body was weak but his mind was made up and with that he left all that had just happened behind and left. alone as Okeke rushed to his vehicle, the rain started to pour down as if it were hard to stop him. In the back of his mind he was still left with questions that would in one case in a while come up. It was too former(a) immediately as his mind was set on seeing his family.The dark, muddied sky filled his pain with even more remorse. He couldnt tell where it was coming from exactly, it wasnt leaving anytime now. The storm brewed as Okeke covey without any intent of stopping and slow his speed. A sudden precipitous pain hit his heart like thunder to ground. His face grew outwear and tense and the ever growing pain made the mans vision sluggish like the fog. He was broken, still his left pile on the wheel. A sudden faint object leapt over the confront of his hood, or so colliding with the ca r, startling Okeke to gain control and pass his pain for the time being. As the hours passed he finally arrived to Nenes and Nnaemakos, crawling out and nearly breaking into their house.Nene helped him in, while in tears Okeke explained his sorrow and experience he had and while all this was happening his pain slowly started to fade away. Okeke finish by saying that everything will be alright and even if they do have their different mind and culture, there will always be a way to solve the issue through choice and infinite strength. The man, finally relaxed in his sons arms, slowly slept back into his nightmare. His son, wife and kid all shared a final breath with him. Okeke slowly lifted his right fingers to hisleft ring finger and took his ring and opening his sons pam and placing it in. Their eyes filled with tears and they were all at peace now a real family.A faint vision appeared flashing in quickly and Okeke was left in a bed which seemed to be in a hospital, from what he c ould tell. There was mirror hanging on the besiege to his right and he looked at it and jumped out of bed seeing how old he looked. He started screaming and ran out but two nurses halt him and brought him back to his bed. With the confusion and everything he was lead to believe, the nurses told him that he has Alzheimers and that once every couple of years he remember everything for a while. This was the branch time in 10 years that its happened, he was ill-judged of breath and asked them what his visions and dreams were all about.They told him that his body is trying to fight the disease. He asked if he had kids and that part was true and they just finished visiting him a hardly a(prenominal) hours ago. They told him that it seemed like a very deep and emotional moment they dog-tired with him and it was like the world was at peace. Okeke laid back in his bed and told them that, that was enough and he said he was ready to go. He knew he was ready and that moment made him re-ev aluate everything, like hed encountered it before, but he was having a hard time remembering it.

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