Short Story 'THE CHAUFFER '

She's not a motorist, nor a driver but woman that summons gold,of a day when she called me to seat down, she told me a nomadic tale, about herself, even if a man ate a lion's head he would cry.

Her geriatric looking showed like her eyes were vomiting tears. She told me she felt like eating without a salty food, eating with a dusty bone. I didn't awake my eyes with optimism but fired it in pessimism .
" I'm a woman who spent her nonagenarian period, having a lot of men pleading to be with them. I got married when the cockpit shook my long- boney hair in me. I'd spent fifty years being a wife in a passage of my husband, before I delivered you to earth".

In addition she declared her compassion for me  , " Who would take good care for you? My daughter, I'm moving to the  grave, who would be feeding you? I have the stamina no more. I'm old."

With a smile, the child replied, " Mama, you're such a driver who drove me here and I can't live without you , I have an endless love for you mama, I wish to supersede thee. Mama, please let's go!
Let's go to a locality, where you can't hear the cock-crow of death. Mama! Please, let's find a ladder to climb the mountain, where we can't preserve any animate again. I need to see you till my teeth would be eating maize. Mama! You're my world, my everything, I want to be sighting you ever, you must eat my harvesting fresh-fruit. Mama! You're not old. You're bold when I'm feeling shyly cold, you will take it away by your clasping hold.

Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.