As he walked to the phone booth, many thoughts ran through his head: June had always been a special month. Three members of his immediate family including him were born in that month. He never really did understand the concept of celebrating birthdays though- it was just the next day after 365 days. But oh well, social customs demanded it. That’s the reason he was even going to the phone booth at all. It was one of those member’s birthday.
Why he had to walk to a phone booth to place a call was beyond him; C’mon, this is the 21st century! But that was one of the rules of the land- the land they had forced him to come even against his will. Parents! *rolls eyes*
He walked faster; it was almost 10pm and the phone booth closes around that time. He had just been “too busy” all day to place the call. Well, only because it was “the father’s” birthday. He dare not call that late if it was his mum. There’s something about mothers and phone calls- you miss one and you are in for it.
10pm…*sigh. Quite insensitive but better late than never.
“E kaa le sir [Good evening sir]. Happy birthday!”
“Ose o. So mo pe ‘T’ bi mo leeni?” He said with so much excitement. Apparently someone close to us had given birth to a son on his birthday.
“Ahh, okay. I didn’t know o. Thank God… O daaro sir [Goodnight sir]”
“Ose. O daaro [Goodnight]”
Hmm…his dad wasn’t even upset that he had called that late. *smile* Obligation fulfilled.
Little did he know that would be the last time he’d ever say goodnight to his dad again…2 days later, his dad passed. How he cried.
Food for thought:
What if the phone booth had closed that day without him being able to wish his dad one more happy birthday? There’s always something to be thankful for.
Show love while you can.