The wedding ceremony between Melissa Fanny and Zion Don gathered so many guests that its resultant effect was the tons of packaged food waiting to be delivered at various destinations. My broken heart couldn’t let me focus on my duty throughout the reception.
Whereas other staff manned their duty post and rendered services, I was outside, tucked away behind a large fig tree and sobbed to the last tone in my breath. I couldn’t stand my wife being taken as bride. That was gross. This was the height of it!
By the time the wedding ceremony had come to an end and staff whose duty were perfectly rendered dispersed, I was faced with this tons of deliverables that must get to various homes today.
“This is the reason I never wanted to employ you as my delivery boy,” Chairman Hoffers Greenfield chirped as he gazed upon this offensive tons of packaged food to be delivered, “What were you doing during the wedding? Were you asleep when this packs of food piled up to this height? The guests have been calling me on the phone nagging about their packaged not been delivered to their destination. Do you realize that some of these deliverables have expensive gifts from billionaires that arrived late and must get to the home of the couple? Are you daft?” he barked at me.
I widened my gaze at him, let my jaw drop as I protested, “It is not true boss. The …”
Hoffers barked at me with a stamp of his feet on the ground, “Keep shut, Brian Patrick. You are not just good at anything. Can you imagine the tons of food waiting to be delivered due to your nonchalant attitude? This shows how messed up your life is. This a perfect pictorial description of your life ,” he pointed at the heap of packs of food, “Your life is a heap of failure and poverty. You will never get better. It is written all over you.”
Warm tears line my eyes as I bowed my head and interposed him, “Apologies, my boss, I am not always like. This is not me,” I accepted the fault and went on my knees, “I just can’t tell what came over me today. Please pardon me. I promise not to flop my duty.”
He said through clenched teeth, “Oh yes that means if you will still remain in this job,” he threatened me and turned to take he leave.
I scuttled and came on his way before kneeling before him yet again, “Please boss don’t sack me. I promise you in the next few hours you won’t see these deliverables again, and all the guests would get their packs of food and gifts.” I said midway wailing.
“Today will be the last time you will flop your job as a delivery boy. Should this repeat itself again I am going to sack you and make sure no employee gives you job because you have finally proven to be a castaway! How am I sure we will get a five star now?” he barked.
“Apologies boss, please, we will get a five star.” I kept repeating in the most amiable tone I could foster.
The next I heard was the blaring engine sound of his Ferrari before he zoomed off in angry screeching sound.
Quickly I sprang to action, grabbed the key to my scooter and started unloading the deliverables on it making sure I delivered packs having same addresses at a time.
I didn’t want to sound lazy. But the job was just too much for one person. We were supposed to be two delivery boys. May be if I had told Hoffers, he would have probably made up his mind to sack me. At this juncture the job needed strength and brawns.
While speeding on the road to deliver these packs of food to their destinations, my cell phone rang. The phone number wasn’t familiar but I certainly knew it was from a known caller…
Hesitatingly, I picked up the call and for over two minutes after the caller hung up on the other side, I was yet to comprehend. I brought my scooter to screeching halt and then the voice of the caller accompanied with the message hit me in the head. I searched for saliva to swallow down my guts but there was none. Heavy balls of sweat gathered on my brow as I broke down in tears, with a loud shout for help.
Without any intention to continue my job, I sped hastily to the hospital and luckily enough I ran into the doctor and the nurses dragging away her corpse in a stretcher.
Soon the doctor and nurses started holding me back but there was no stopping me. I wailed at the tops of my voice as I beheld my mother in a tranquil, stilly mood with cotton wool already stuffed in her nostrils.
“Take heart, Brian Patrick! Hold on Brian Patrick,” the doctor said to me and struggled to stop me from touching my mother for the last time. “She just have to go, Brian Patrick,” the doctor intoned , shook me hugely on the shoulders and spoke into my face yet further, “She has skipped numerous dialysis and oxygen support for nine months, waiting for the hospital bills. You couldn’t provide the half a million dollars to continue her treatment properly. You disappointed her. Take heart, Brian Patrick. Soon your father will be here. You just have to put yourself together.”
I lay on the floor and stopped them from moving any further with her corpse. All my memory and life time with mother just relived in my head now as I gazed upon her face. I had promised her a better life after I must have graduated from school and got a worth paying job.
Unlike father that often reminded me that I was an adopted child, mother never for once mentioned it to my hearing. She was adorable and too pertinent to my heart. Indeed a wall had fallen. I really disappointed her. Not only did my imprisonment make her break down in kidney disease but I couldn’t provide her hospital bills.
I never thought I would have been able either. I hated myself for this…