Chapter 4

WHY I RESIGNED AS A MORTUARY STAFF.

..continuation 4.

Almost all the ladies I met while going home had a resemblance of late Mrs Mary so instead of going to my house to face loneliness I had to put a call over to my guy Jacob to come pass the night at his place.

Jacob at first wouldn't let me in because of this girl he's been long hunting who finally agreed to visit all the way from Zakama but when I explained my ordeal to him he was compassionate and understood my predicament as a friend.

As I entered into his small self contained I grabbed a bowl of hot soup and microwaved the dried fish bitter leaf soup in the fridge to keep my body and shaking mind together.

Wrapped in a thick duvet on the floor I noticed some irregular locomotive advancement on the bed made by my guy but the Zakama girl wouldn't succumb to his push to harvest her peperipe because of my presence.

I felt bad for the inconveniences but then my mental wellbeing at that time was of utmost priority than any fleshy benefits they intend to achieve after all they'll have the house to themselves in the morning.

Not more than an hour just as I was about dossing off I heard a cock crows, immediately I put on a lantern beside the right-hand side of the bed to check the analogue clock hanged adjacent to the 31" (inches) LG television and behold the time was 04:03am then I knew another day to face corpses has come.

After 7 weeks I became very conversant with the tasks at the Corpse Reception Unit to the extent I can attend to fatal accident cases no matter how damage the Corpse is.

Money started coming in and I began looking tush and posh more than most of my course mates who were working in Labs and Hospitals.

At the 8th week I was transferred to the operation ward with a shifting arrangement -- day and night.

I thought I've seen it all at the CRU not knowing that I've not yet started.

One Thursday during my night shift as I was passing by the theater...