My Road Trip Journal Part 2.

Hi Every one, its me again with the second story of my Journey. This story is about my visit to my aunt 's house at Uli. Most of you might not know my state of Origin. I am an Anambra girl from Uli ihiala LGA. Below is my story.... My second Journey started when I went down to the next village in order to see my dad younger sister, Mrs Okoroafor. I took a bus,got to the Junction stopped and headed straight to her home. Since her husband died i have not had the time to go visit her. I got to her compound and was met with a great silent. Not even the bird were around with their chipping sound. On that Faithful day i was really prepared to see her with all the goodies I packaged for her. The truth is that it has been upto five years i have not gone to see her and her husband died last year. Behind me came her first son.. Mr Alex. How are you? He asked.

I am fine sir.. I replied. Who are you looking for. He asked again. I know he couldn't remember me anymore. Don't you remember me anymore? No I don't....He replied. My name is davina... I said. Davina from where please.. He asked. Uncle its me na, sir Anthony's daughter I said. Sir Anthony's daughter? My God... You are such a big girl now. Thank you sir, its all God's doing.. I said. The last time i saw you... You were not really like now. That wasn't, me sir. You met my sister not me. We have not met before expect when i was a baby. Come in.. He said with excitement. I sat down, he gave me water. After that I explained why i came. I came to see mama I said.....As I let those words out from my mouth, he became silent. What is wrong uncle? I asked confused. Mama have been sick since my father died. We took her to severe hospital for treatment... Until last month she kicked the budget. In that moment it was as if there were no bones in my legs anymore. I suddenly felt empty and weak and all I could do is cry and cry. All the goodies i bought for her were all in visit. No one to come home and call mama again. I thought about all the wonderful times she would carry me on her back, take me to the Stream and prepare a special meal just for me. I really missed her so much. The burial will be on the 10th of this month he said....i should get you something to eat. I just want to go home... I replied. Why should it be today cant you stay till tomorrow he asked me. No... What joy does it bring me to stay here. I came to see mama and not this bad news. I left, went home and cried more. The next day.. My dad and others continued planning the burial.