Life!

Hi guys! this is a short story written by my lovely sister and upcoming writer, Gbenga Oti. Enjoy! She would appreciate your kind thoughts too, there just might be a sequel.
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I had waited so long for the day when I would walk down the aisle, with my arms locked into my fathers’ and my eyes set on the man I love. Everything was going as planned, the venue was booked and invitations were sent out.
He travelled for a business meeting. The meeting was successful, I was speaking to him as he was about to board a bus back to Germany, all of a sudden the line went dead and his mobile phone was switched off. I found this very strange as he never switches off his phone, maybe his battery died. An hour later, my mind went into overdrive, flooding itself with multiple scenarios of what could have happened, none of which were good.
The days that followed were tortuous; it is commonly said that “it’s better for someone to die than go missing”, then I understood, you grieve everyday hoping that they will return. I couldn’t sleep, eat or concentrate on my work. I contacted the Embassy and the police in Sweden; I got the standard reply “we are working on it”, this was really frustrating. I could not just sit around and do nothing, what if he had been kidnapped, but why wasn’t anyone calling for a ransom, was he dead? but NO that cannot be. A week later, my phone rang, it was HIM, he said he would be back and the line went dead. He was alive, that was good enough for me.
Then again, two weeks of silence, I could not contact him. I began to worry again; at this point the date of our wedding had passed by, my dream wedding was in shambles, my man nowhere to be found.
A month later, the embassy finally responded, he was arrested for paying for a bus ticket for some men he had just met over lunch. These men were illegal immigrants (unknown to him), his story was verified. I was so happy all this was over, and he would be back by weekend.
Or so I thought…

Friend or Foe

I have no seasons you see,
No contracts with the rich or poor,
For many, I am the friend who comes calling at midnight,
For others, I am the foe who destroys their plans for tomorrow.

I am the inevitable end to a lifetime of pain,
Your one way ticket out of the slums of life,
Why do you detest me still?
You have no reason to fear me,
I am simply ushering you into eternity,
Where your true home awaits.

Perhaps it is because you have missions left unaccomplished;
Husbands to marry,
Children to birth,
Homes to build.

You will all eventually succumb to me,
Whether you are young and full of life,
Or old, wrinkled and toothless,
You will beg me to take you to the land of no return,
And come I will with all pleasure.

Your fear feeds my power,
And I glory in the wait,
I earnestly wait for the day when we finally meet,
The day you decide who I am,
Friend or Foe.