Opula and Azuaka Jnr sat in the doctor’s office, impatiently waiting for his arrival. They best communicated to each other with series of sighs and reserved silence which the rustling noise of the ceiling fan tampered with. They saw short colorful placards on the wall with appealing inscriptions;

KEEP IN TOUCH WITH DR EZE. I LOVE DR EZE. SHARE IT WITH DR EZE.

An assembly of the awards he had won scattered on the shelf and it encouraged Azuaka Jnr. to slightly shake his head.

He had known Dr Eze to be their family doctor since his childhood and to an extent, he rendered possible help in the funeral of...