They have been calling for help.

Fiction Series

Last week somebody committed suicide across my street. The news went viral. The person swallowed rat insecticide. We don't know why he did that to himself but for a well grown up man to do that, something must have gone south in his life.

But what do I care? He’s not my family member, neither is he my friend.

Yesterday another one happened. This one was quite painful. It was my neighbor who killed herself this time. A mother of two. God knows why she hung herself without considering the children. I saw the kids shedding tears. They couldn't believe their eyes.

But I do not care either. They aren't a member of my family so I have to move on.

But why is all these happening frequently? Why is the rate of suicide around me increasing on a daily?What is wrong?

Is there something that nature is trying to tell me with all these happenings?

But maybe I have been too selfish in recent times. Last month I saw that neighbor of mine who committed suicide crying at the front of her flat. But I acted like I didn't see her because I was tired after a long day’s work and I couldn't afford to spare just five minutes of my time talking to her.

Have I been callous?

That guy who killed himself across the street was also an acquaintance of mine. When we finished watching a match together some months ago, he was sad because his betting prediction wasn't successful.

Should I have done something at that time?

Maybe they have been calling for help and I didn't listen.

Have I been selfish?

Maybe yes or maybe not, I do not know.

But maybe by next week I would have find out what's happening.

Until then,

Stay jiggy,

Abayomi Johnson.

PS: This isn't my story, it’s a weekly fiction series. Don't miss the next episode next week.