FORTY

Lashe pursed his lips as Ibukun broke into sobs. She suddenly hugged him and continued crying as she held him tight.

“How…...How…...How…...How…...” Ibukun found it hard to even make a statement. Her heart was aching for him really badly. At a young age; he had to go through such an inhuman treatment.

Lashe rubbed Ibukun’s back without saying anything while Ibukun continued to wail loudly.

Ibukun’s emotions were in a real mess. She wondered how Lashe, a five-year-old was able to live and survive such an experience. How was he able to smile again? How was it for him then?

Ibukun hugged him tightly realising how hard it must have been for him. How much he had to through. Ibukun thought it was already a miracle that he had have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after such an experience. She tried to put herself in his shoes and she discovered that she didn’t think she could survive it.

But Lashe had did. He had lived, was living and had prospered. Ibukun slowl