The dreams of a mother (Cry of a dying soul) - Season 1 - Episode 48

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The dreams of a mother (Cry of a dying soul) - Season 1 - Episode 48

Ken: “Please Cassie, I am tired of the lonely nights in that motel. I am in Oshogbo because of you” he said


Cassandra: “And I didn’t ask you to stay. I came home to be with my mother, can’t you just go to Lagos, your mother must miss you” she said. She wanted to end the relationship, but was afraid of hurting Ken, as the relationship went beyond them, but to
their families.

Ken: “Just tonight, I won’t ask you for this again”

Cassandra: “No touching, understood?” she said and Ken nodded. The gate had the gate opened, waiting for them to drive in, and he hated the delay. He stamped his foot to register his displeasure. Ken hurried Cassandra into the car and drove into the house.

Dayo was startled awake by the bleating of a goat passing by with her kids. He wiped his face and looked around him. He jumped up from the slab when he remembered what was on ground. He looked at his led lit wrist watch and saw that it was almost 8pm.

Everywhere was dark and silent. He looked
towards the house and saw that it was lit,
the curtains were drawn and the occupants of the house probably felt safe, not knowing about the terror that was about to be visited on them. He had barely finished the thought when he saw a pair of headlights in the distance. He instinctively knew that it was Stone and his gang. There was no time, he ran towards the house, shouting and
screaming on top of his voice.

Dayo: “They are coming! Call the police, they are going to kill you. Somebody help!” he screamed.

All thoughts of self-preservation
had fled his mind, all he thought about was warning the people in that house. He didn’t need another death on his conscience.

He remembered when he was eleven, when he met Stone for the first time. They had killed a woman, he had for the first time, witnessed dying.

He had reached the gate now, but the
headlights were closer and he could see the distinct shape of Stone’s van.

He b@nged on the gate, but the gate man did not reply.

However, the balcony light came on, and he saw a young lady in the balcony. He felt a sense of déjà vu, it was his dream all over again. He continued screaming and then he really looked at the lady on the balcony, she was illuminated by the balcony lights, and she looked frantic.

“Oh my God, it is Cassandra” he thought with panic.

Dayo: “Cassnadra, it is me Dayo, you all are about to be killed. Call the police now, don’t die Cassandra” he screamed, his voice piercing the still night. Two shots rang out, the sound ricocheted in still night, and the
bullets tore through the frail body of Dayo.

He didn’t feel the pain yet, he was still
shouting, and more shots rang out.

The pain tore through him, as he fell to the ground. Lights went on in other houses, and dogs began to bark. The thought that went through Dayo’s mind as his world turned to darkness, was that, people were aware, the
mission would be aborted.


The van turned around in a hurry and zoomed off away from the house. But Dayo did not see this because the blackness had already enveloped him, and the last thing he saw was his mother smiling down on him. It was like she was saying, ‘Well done my boy’.

Dayo had a smile on his lips when people
came out to him.

It was like the earth was mourning the flow of blood, as the sky opened its bowels and poured out rain. The rain washed the blood that flowed from Dayo’s body and soaked the earth.

Cassandra had to fight her mother and the gateman to come out of the compound.

She was sure she had heard correctly, the voice that rang out in the night. It was the voice of Robert, the one she had heard on countless calls across the Atlantic, when they talked on phone through the night. But the voice had
called himself Dayo, her Dayo from her
childhood. She had seen the men dressed in black shooting at the young boy, and she had known then, that Dayo had come back for her and had saved her life and that of her mother.

Cassandra: “Mother, call emergency, Dayo is probably dying, he took the bullets that was meant for us.” She said and pushed her mother aside. She ran out the small gate and
rushed to Dayo. She knelt by his side and
unbuttoned his shirt as she had been taught in her First Aid class in Red Cross society.

Then she saw the pockmark by his belly, it
was the same that her Dayo had when they were little. She needed no other confirmation that this was Dayo and he was also Robert.

There was no time to think of how things
had come to this, she cradled his head in her thighs and began to coo to him.


Cassandra: “Dayo, I know you are in so much pain right now but you have to hold on. I have looked in every face searching for you,
and now that I have found you, I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t die, I need you, your mother still needs you to fulfil her dreams. Please Dayo” she cried and began to sing a song for him in Yoruba. She was still singing when the ambulance came and carried Dayo away. Halima and her daughter followed the ambulance to the hospital. She
had heard about Dayo’s roots when he went missing. She had also met Damilola and known that Dayo was her friend’s son. She felt responsible for him. She had not been a good friend to Khadijat when she was alive, and now she swore to be a good friend to her in death.