We Regret To Inform You

It was a blistering hot Sunday afternoon. Oluwole was sitting down on a plastic chair at the veranda in front of his house. He had a gloomy look on his face.

Despite the fact that the only piece of clothing he was wearing was a boxer short, he was sweating profusely. He was blowing himself with a hand fan but it had little effect.

Oluwole wished he could go inside and put on his ceiling fan but there hasn’t been electricity supply in Oluwole’s neighborhood for over a month now. The transformer got damaged and it hasn’t been repaired yet despite several complaints.

Oluwole also wished he could afford to buy a generator, but he could barely take care of his family with the meagre income he makes from farming. He seems to be wishing for a lot of things these days.

Oluwole was the only one at home. His wife had gone to the market to buy some foodstuffs. His three kids had gone to a birthday party. Oluwole checked his wristwatch and he saw that it was about fifteen minutes to three. He went inside his house to take his radio so that he could listen to the 3 O’clock news.

He came back outside
, put on the radio and he tuned it to his favorite station. Music was blaring from the speakers but he wasn’t listening to the song. He was thinking about how he was going to pay back the large amount of debt he was owing. He was also thinking about his rent. It was long overdue.

Oluwole was listening to a news about the upcoming elections when his mobile phone rang. It wasn’t a number he was familiar with but he picked the call.

“Hi! Please am I speaking with Mr Oluwole Daniel?”
“Yes”, oluwole answered.
“I’m calling from the general Hospital at Ijeru. Your father was involved in an accident about two hours ago and he sustained serious injuries. We regret to inform you that our doctors tried their best to save him but he died about twenty minutes ago. The…………………”.

Oluwole wasn’t listening anymore because the phone had fallen from his grasp.