It was now day break and nothing but the silence of our surroundings woke me it was like nature was paying its final rights too my mum, as the birds didn't sing nor did the wind blow it was all pure void until the battle cry of what seems to be the sound of Spartans heading for the profession..
In a flash the silent that kept me calm was broken as the cry of neighbors and congregation of the church began to their Journey toward the clinic,most where crying if not all, women, men and children it was like people only know you when you are dead. The cry's where loud and hard to pick the words but one word I'll never forget hearing is "God why, whyyy!!! This woman severed you" it was like someone who spoke my language had arrived,it was my aunty;.... just the other night we had call her too tell her about my mom saying "Aunty," there was a pulse after the aunty along with an exclamation "hmmm" "Aunty pray ooo your sister is not breathing ". As early as day was called day my aunty was the sun that shine through that morning.. seeing her I was shocked and a little bit warm because I could see my mother in her eyes , if it was a normal thing from my part of the world where I lived, I would have hugged her ,but even in my neediness state of mind the way I was brought up limited the expression of my emotion towards others.
As a woman of faith my aunty began to pray saying "no you cannot leave like this, look at you children who'd take care of them,..... nooooooo" as she continued what I already believed was a fruitless effort our pastor arrived and he came in and laid his Bible upon her ,a part of me wanted that scene to be the place where I'd mention to everyone saying.. and that is hoe my mother woke up, but it was all just actions without faith as my mother remained dead and her body became the storage point of all the cool of the morning..
Now there was a discussion going on, on where dey should keep her, in my head I said what happened to our house.. or what wrong with the clinic.... they noticed my reluctant behavior and knew I would live her side so they told me too come out that they wanted to talk too me and I said too them "you think am a fool, you want too take my mother away from me" and they replied "noooo why would we do that , nobody would touch her" like a child I was so I believed them for my mental state was at zero point one(0.1) I couldn't tell the difference between black or white anymore, so I said too my sister calling our too her name saying "don't let them touch mummy, this people want too carry mummy away" like a slim tree swayed by the wind she nodded towards me and I left her in charge of my mum heading out with the neighbors who wanted to see me .
They brought me to a corner and then I noticed that they were lying, knowing my mum's body was in danger I made an attempt to run between them but like mountains that can never be moved they stood and pinned me down like the lion would to its prey. As I shouted "leave me, leave me I want too go meet my mummy" they said too me "she's coming" as I knew I couldn't do anything against them I started to beg saying "please, please let me go, she's all I have pleas___) just like that my breathe was cut short and my plead was left unfinished as my gaze and attention was shifted as the body of my mother was moved,like she couldn't walk on her own?.
I shouted "Noooooo!! Leave my mummy, leave her alone " as they moved her away from my view point I was fueled with anger and a wrestle began with them that withheld me from grace, within the next few seconds I was out of their reach but I was too late, by then my mother's body had been placed in a van, as I begged them too take her toward a holy camp ground for prayer they insisted that she be taken to the mortuary to keep her fresh until her burial.. they made it sound like she was some livestock being prepared for Thanksgiving, they asked me to come along but I refused knowing I'll never be able to leave her with the dead ..