A boy, a hat and my dream of both

My mind raced a bit, where could she be? I got off the bed to use the rest room after which I searched for her. I found her standing by the children’s door starring into dark space.

It all began after dinner. She was busy taking the plates and cutleries back to the kitchen while I moved my heavy self over to the sofa to catch another episode of news. I landed with a heavy thud; the whole affair gave way for a whistling fart. Phew! rather pleasant I thought to myself.

The TV came on and I settled myself to the show; that was when he strolled in beaming with radiance. His innocent enthusiasm was so contaminating that the news seemed on pause. What could be so exciting enough to make my 7 year old son dash out of his room hurriedly?

He stood there like a brave soldier saluting the president, the smile perpetually tearing his father to eagerness. ‘’Tell me son, what is it’’. He answered, ‘’I now know it’’.

Elated, I grabbed the young stud by the shoulder. The whole frenzy didn’t go unnoticed in the kitchen. Soon, father and mother were peering at their son’s face with utmost expectation. He broke the news –

‘’When I grow up, I want to be a cop’’

I woke from sleep and turned to my side, she wasn’t there. I found her by the children’s door. Though the room was dark, I sense she was seeing some unseen light hovering over ourfirst child.

Gently I wrapped myself around her. ‘Sweet heart, our son will save Nigeria’ she said. I looked at the lad on the bed again.

… His dream has just began.