Cub: The End

The cemetery was quiet, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the graves. Aminat stood alone at Kayode’s grave, the letter he had written to Demola clutched in her hand, Kayode had committed suicide. The air was still, the world around her silent, as if even the wind held its breath in respect.

She knelt down, placing the letter gently on the grave, a final act of closure for a life filled with pain and regret. Aminat stood there for a moment longer, her heart heavy but at peace. As she turned to leave, she whispered a quiet prayer for Kayode’s soul, hoping that he had finally found the peace that had eluded him in life.

In a small, modest apartment in Lagos, Demola sat by the window, the letter from Kayode in his hands. He had read it over and over, each word a reminder of the love and the loss that had shaped his life. But instead of anger, instead of hatred, there was only a deep, abiding sadness.

As he looked out at the city, Demola felt a sense of resolution. The scars would never fully heal, but he knew that he had to move forward, to live the life that Morayo would have wanted for him. It was the only way to honor her memory, and to find peace for himself.

The memory of the Ojo family and the tragedies that had befallen them would linger in Ogbomoso for years to come, a somber reminder of the dangers of unchecked obsession and the devastating consequences of actions driven by grief and anger. But even in the midst of that pain, there was hope—a hope that the lessons learned would guide others to choose a different path, to find a way to forgive, and to heal.