He was sitting at his favourite tree pouring himself palm wine.
He looked up at me and poured another cup and offered it to me.
I accepted his offer and took a seat beside him.
"I see the gods have finally decided to visit me again," he said as he proceeded to break a kola.
"Indeed we have," I replied as I collected the kola he offered, "Looks like you were able to offer him guidance to make the right choice."
"Think nothing of it," he chuckled, "It just feels good to see another one like me."
"290 years old huh," I said as I took a sip of the palm wine, "Your wife has told you not to be drinking hasn't she?"
"I officially go by 90 you know, and you won't expose my drinking to her would you?" he chirped.
"I won't, there won't be any need."
"It's time isn't it?" he asked as he poured another drink for me.
I didn't reply.
He let out a huge sigh as he looked at the tree where we sat, it had already begun to bear fruit, "Would she remember me?"
"I don't know, I haven't been in heaven for a while," I said.
He poured the last of the wine into his mouth and got on his feet, "Shall we go?"
I took his hand as his body collapsed to the floor while his soul left with me.
"Papa Ebuka? Papa Ebuka?!" we heard a young man shouting.
Kwame shook the body as he screamed for help.
"I'll miss that boy," Papa Ebuka sighed.
An angel loomed above us, wings as black as the night and dressed in black as well, her hair was longer than the last time she was alive.
"I see," Papa Ebuka smiled.
The end.
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