Hey guys,

After finally finishing Infinite Love I am about to start this new story about two brothers who stuck through thick and thin together.

Hope you'll join me on this one.

Abdulafeez

It started the same way again. With all of them smiling in their old parlour one quiet night. His father on the couch, sat him on his laps and held his hands as he gently struck the strings of his mahogany brown guitar. He was barely seven back then.

Their mom on the carpet with Rotimi sat between her thighs as they all watched as their father taught him how to play the guitar.

He played a light tune from the 80s, one of his fathers favourites, with a lovely melody when suddenly Rotimi, who was still in diapers at the time and had barely started crawling got up, stood on his two little feet and started dancing.

Then they all cheered loudly. Very loudly with pride and their father then dubbed Rotimi ‘Little Mikey’, after Michael Jackson. Those were the happy days.

But they were few.

That very night, he could never quite remember what started it, maybe Michael broke something or he broke the guitar string or maybe the food he was served was small again.

But there after his father’s mood changed for the worse. At first he began yelling at their mother next he began slapping her while she kept him and his little brother behind her, shielding them from. Until, the heavy blows came fully landing on her with force while she and the boys begged him to stop.

“St…stop. STOP!” he said waking up from bed. Sweat beads rolling off his body. Tears in his eyes.

He couldn’t believe he had that dream again.

He got up from his sweat ridden mattress and went to pee in the toilet. He couldn’t believe he had that dream again. That night was about thirty years ago, the last time he saw his father. Their mother passed away soon after. Leaving them to fend for themselves.

Through tears, sweat and blood. He spent the last three decades fending for himself and his brother. Those times were beyond difficult. Some days he still couldn’t believe they’d survived it. Now his brother Rotimi was in his final year at Unilag studying mechanical engineering he himself was a successful motorist about to wed his fiance Morenike.

Their lives were finally balanced and they had nothing to worry about at all. No worries. So why that dream all of a sudden? And the night before his introduction to his fiancee’s family.

“This is not a good sign.” He thought.

Still, Jimi the everlasting optimist simply got into the bath, showered and started preparing for the day’s event. He had already packed the provisions, the gifts for his in laws family. The cash and he had already arranged a car for the occasion; his boss’s Mazda.

What could go wrong?

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