Ezekiel
"Ezekiel," Baba stood in the doorway of his cabin. Confusion was written all over his face as he held the door frame with his left hand. It was evident I had woken him up. His hair stuck up in all sorts of directions and he was dressed in his pyjamas.
I would probably be shocked too to see someone at my house in the middle of nowhere at nearly five in the morning. Often I visited Baba in the afternoon and I always warned him. This time I didn't think I would be able to properly dial his number without my hands shaking.
I was halfway out of my car. Unsure whether to go to him or just climb back in. I was ashamed. So very ashamed that for all these years I contributed to my fathers torture. Out of all the people in the world, his son should have been with him and just like Mama I had jumped ship.
