THE TEARS NOT SHED

You, yes you, don't shy away. I am not God but I can tell you that you are not the only one running this race.

The story I am about to write is so dear to my heart and its not about a friend but about my sister. I am convinced beyond every spec of doubt that by the time you are done reading this story, you will have a change of heart.

She happened to be the third child. I could remember how we grew up in Akure and then she was very bright right from Mac Boxing (our nursery school then). The state creation happened and we had to move to Ekiti.

To those who have phobia for taking their children to their home town, please take a seat and read this story.  My parents had us settled down and been teachers (both), we were highly disciplined. Tope was the most quite girl I have even seen, 

When I mean very taciturn, she was (maybe garrulous now) to a fault and trust me, having someone like me as a sister was a big deal for her. At times that we could have fought she allowed truce and for me; no I must look for her trouble. 

We started our lives and Tope wondered why I could be so much lively and she; my exact opposite. She wanted to be like me, what an irony because I wanted to be like her. She was could be likened to the good shepherd that carried away the sins of the world, she indeed took latches for me. 

I could remember wetting my bed one of those horrible days and our mom came to check, I had rolled her to the wet position and when mom came she saw her body wet, Tope cried all the way taking each stroke with no complain.

I was out playing not minding who had taken strokes on my cause. Who cared?  

Then the story begins…….