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Tio Sage I am a copywriter and digital marketer. @ Adekunle Ajasin University
In Africa 2 min read
The Window Seat
<p>The nurses said he was waiting for someone. They just didn’t know who.</p><p><br></p><p>He didn’t speak much. He had good days, and he had days where names fell from his mind like autumn leaves, slow and endless. But one thing remained the same:</p><p><br></p><p>He never missed the window seat.</p><p><br></p><p>“She promised,” he once whispered to a nurse who dared to ask. “She said, one day, she’d come back and sit with me.”</p><p><br></p><p>They checked his records. No living family. No visitors for years. Just a name written over and over again in the margins of his notebook:</p><p><br></p><p>Anna.</p><p><br></p><p>There were sketches too — crude pencil drawings of a girl on a swing, a young woman in a summer dress, a smile that looked like sunlight pressed to paper. Always the same face, softened by time and trembling hands.</p><p><br></p><p>No one knew if Anna was a sister, a wife, a daughter, or someone he’d only loved in silence.</p><p><br></p><p>One day, it snowed. Heavy and thick.</p><p><br></p><p>The nurses found him in his chair, coat already on, scarf wrapped, as if he were going somewhere.</p><p><br></p><p>“Where are you off to, Mr. Delaney?”</p><p><br></p><p>He blinked, looked confused, then quietly said,</p><p>She said we’d go walking when it snowed.</p><p><br></p><p>They didn’t stop him. Just helped him to the garden path, watched him shuffle forward, each step slow, each breath visible.</p><p><br></p><p>He made it as far as the bench near the frozen fountain.</p><p><br></p><p>He sat down, looked at the gate.</p><p><br></p><p>And didn’t move again.</p><p><br></p><p>When they found him, there was no fear in his eyes. Just peace. Just stillness. Like he was listening to someone hum beside him.</p><p><br></p><p>They buried him the next week.</p><p><br></p><p>In his pocket was a photo—creased, nearly erased—with the words scrawled on the back</p><p><br></p><p>Wait for me by the window. I’ll come find you.</p><p><br></p><p>And maybe she did.</p><p><br></p>

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