42 years ago, my mother walked out on my father with his best friend. The day she packed her things and walked out of our house, my father said, “You will not walk far, you won’t walk long.
” This weekend I oversaw my mother’s funeral.
She had been crippled for 41 years. When the constant quarrels started I was about 15 years old.
My father’s work took him away a lot and I thought Uncle Ofei was just being helpful to me and my mother in my father’s absence.
It wasn’t until the quarrels came to head, and my mother packed her things into uncle Ofei’s waiting car did I understand the man I called uncle had been lurking around to steal my mother.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, my mother had an affair my father’s best friend, who was an ‘uncle’ to me, while my father on the road, working to make a life for us. She eventually left us for him and on the day she walked out, my father cursed her; “You will not walk far, you won’t walk long.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
