Hatred on a girl child episode 14

? HATRED ON A GIRL CHILD ?

EPISODE 14

I was afraid of my own shadow when I discovered that Mama had paid the debt of nature.

I sprawled out on the floor with my hands on my head screaming and sobbing dolefully.

"Mama why?" I sobbed.

Some people rushed to my house as though they heard my cries. Gradually, my house was filled with numerous sympathizers.

Some women, both old and young women sat beside me soothing me while other people folded their hands shaking their heads regrettably.

It was indeed a crying shame because I had no dime to take Mama to the mortuary.

I was truly at sixes and sirens.

"I will buy the casket so that your mother will be buried now," a tall white-headed man said and touched my back.

I recalled vividly the first day Mama suffered a heart attack, I begged this affluent man couple of times to at least give me some money but he made an offer – that I should lay down with him.

I rejected and he chased me away from his humble abode.

Today, he came to mock me, I knew of that. My face was instantly buried in my hands and tears were dripping uncontrollably.

Mama was my strength when I had no strength. She was my fighter, my guardian angel.

I was the only child she birthed so, she loved me with passion.

More tears flowed down my cheeks when my close friend Edith brought back my victory from school.

I stood up immediately and held her up.

Her eyes were red and I was astonished when she said: "Grandma! where is she? ".

"She is sleeping inside the room" I replied.

Victory nodded positively and cleaned my tears with his backhands. Then, I knew that this girl is the remedy to my problems.

She didn't stop looking at the sympathizers who was sighing as though they were wounded.

At midday, Mama was laid to rest. I said my last goodbyes. She doesn't deserve to díe yet – she hasn't ripe the fruits of her labour.

After the funeral, people handed over some money, food items, et cetera to me

A year after the burial, Victory was two years old then. People were coming to pay their condolences and bit by bit, they stopped totally.

Things became unbearable for us and we hardly eat one square meal a day.

A week later, while I was coming back from work, Edith my bosom friend ran to me and disclosed that kidnáppers invaded Victory's school and abdûcted her and five others.

I was like a cat on hot bricks and tears couldn't flow down as though my eyes were now tearless.

Then, I knew that the true definition of my life is misery.
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To be continued