“Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins–Point of View”

The prompt: a man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write the scene.

Twist: write the scene from three points of view: from the man’s perspective, the woman and finally the old lady.

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Ade had not been himself of late, and this happen to be regular occurence whenever the date is nearer. The memory of the day he lost both his parent. Though he was not that close to his father, but the bond between him and his mother was very strong. He was their only child, they both died in a road mishap four years back. He still feel like, it was yesterday.

He almost lost interest in life itself, a rich guy from rich home who is financial wise secured. He is not able to cope with the fact that his parent he cherished so much no longer exist but long gone. The feeling of terrible sadness always encamped him as a result of that. Until he met Janet. Who is quick to realise that her friend is in dear need of support. It took him some time to open up to her the cause of his sadness.

Having known, she made up her mind to be there for him and this developed to deep rooted love coloured with mutual respect and strong affection. So assuring. In his life, Janet’s love and the the sadness he experienced goes side by side. The presence of the jewel of inestimable value brought the ascertainment. ” I am fortunate to have Janet in my life” his thought as they held hands walking into the not too crowded park that faithful evening, both enjoying the peace and the scenery.

For him, all that came to stop as they passed by an old lady sitting on a bench busy knitting a small red swearter,  sadness overwhelm him and he cried. Not seeing his face, the old woman was admiring their closeness, and she smile, thinking in her mind “love is good, and these ‘up and coming’ look like they have it going. But life is a bundle of contradictions, full of sadness and joy running race together” and then she realise he is crying. Her smile disappeared. Turn to pity, she continue to wonder!

Janet, their hand still linked had her focus elsewhere but she felt sensation and stiffness on her hand. She felt something wrong. Saw him crying. She thought ” give him comfort” and embraced him so he could gain control of himself. They approached a bench nearby. And they both sat and held on to one another. He coughed to clear his troat, he began to say “Though my mother was not as old as that old woman there, but the resemblance is so striking. But the real spark is that my mother is fond of knitting small sweater that she believed is meant for my would be children. Because she love and wanted to have chidren but after a long waiting and almost loss of hope? She had me in early fifties. She always knit for fun and her future grand children which she never thought she will not live to see. Incidentally red is her favourite”.

“My mother was from Texas while my father was a Nigerian. Her dream was for all of us to visit Africa as a large family”. He continues “Now that I have decided to lay down my past and embrace my future who is here with me, would you like to be my mother, my wife and my everything?”

Another set of roll of tears dripping, this tme not his but her’s. There was long silence but with a subtle voice “I have been looking for a father since I lost my father to heart attack. Ain’t I lucky to have my father sitting right here with me?” They glued to each other for a long time with sweet kisses. The old woman voice woke them up “This is the sweetest thing I have seen today” and she just walked away. Little do they know that the old woman had actualy left behind the finished small red sweater right by Janet’s side.

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