THE CHAUFFER.
She's not a motorist, nor a driver. But she's such a person that a gold can not be compared how she's precious; Of a day when she called me to seat down, she told me a nomadic-tale, about her. Even If you eat Lion's head, you would cry.
Her geriatric-looking shows like her eyes are vomiting tears; She told me that."She felt like eating without a salty-food, eating with a dusty-bone. I wasn't woke my eyes with optimistic but pessimistically-sad. I'm a woman who spent her nonagenarian-period, Having a lot of men pleaded to be with them. I got married, when the cockpit shaken my long-boney hair In me. I'd spent 50years being a wife In a passage of my husband, before I delivered you to earth".
Now! Who would take good care for you? My daughter. As I'm moving to grave; who would be feeding you? I don't have any stamina again. I'm old.
With smile, The child replied: "Mama, You're such a driver who drove me here that I can't live without, I have an endless love for you mama, I wish to Supersede thee. Mama, please let's go!
Let's go to a locality, where you can't hear the cock-crow of death. Mama! Please, let's find a ladder to climb the mountain, where we can't preserve any animate again.
I need seeing you till my teeth would be eating maize. Mama! You're my world. My everything, I want to be sighting you ever. You must eat my harvesting fresh-fruit. Mama! You're not old. You're bold, when I'm feeling shyly-cold, you taking It away by clasping-hold.
Copyright Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.
(De Pen).
