Kashimawo an intriguing life changing story episode 2
Episode 2
As i laid still, i knew something hit me hard but i couldn't tell what. I just knew my life will never be the same again....
" ah! ah!, mama Kashimawo, don't do this to this little girl, she is just too young for this..." I managed getting up from where i was still holding papa's hands... Praying for a miracle and hoping on hope itself but i guess hope and miracle ran out of gas that day.
"Mama, what is wrong again" I asked. Mama was struggling to breathe. She had an heart attack then, i didn't know what it meant. All i knew, she was breathing heavily... I saw a woman shouting, telling people to give her breathing space. I still didn't know all that....
Mama was flat on the floor, lifeless..
"In Jesus name mama wake up". I tried saying what our pastor taught us. He said we can raise the dead by calling this name.... I kept shouting mama In Jesus Name wake up... Mama was dead and couldn't hear me...
"In Allah's name, mama wake up". I thought Jesus was busy attending to others... Let me call the Allah muslims call. Yes, maybe he is not busy.. I couldn't tell. All i know is Allah is supreme, Jesus is too... I have seen muslims say "Allah" and Christians, "Jesus'..., or i don't even know which else to call, Ogun, Shongo. All i wanted was for mama and papa to wake up... The gods are dead... Is God himself dead too? I wondered in my heart... Why God couldn't save my dying papa and mama...
All the supreme beings gave up on me. Non of them could help me... I was shattered, confused... It was worse. Everything...
Two weeks later, papa and mama were buried in our compound...
Their burial didn't affect me much, my mind was still on why the gods were silent on my case... Even in the movies, God hears people's prayers... The gods of the land answered the chief priests and gave the land water... Why me? I was not helped at all... Was i at fault? What was my offence? I was 10years old. What offence could a 10year old girl have committed that made all the help cease?....
Was i wrong to have believed in these supernatural beings? Was i wrong? Were they wrong for never listening to me and helping me?
"I will take good care of you. You don't need to worry." Mr. Aremu who was papa's close friend assured me. All 10years of my life, i have lived with no one else but the two people i call my parents. No relative i know of, only my papa and mama. How will i cope with another family entirely? It didn't really bother me. My school. Who will pay my school fees? I became worried. I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes, pain in my heart, nights full of pain, alone in the dark room in Mr. Aremu's house...
I wish all was just a bad dream and mama could just come wake me up and tell me "Kashimowo omo mi, get up, akara and pap is ready"....
I forced myself to sleep that night and hoped by the time i wake up, it will be just a dream...
A cock's crow woke me up very early in the morning. It dawned on me that everything that happened was real... I have to face the harsh sides of life, the scorching power of the sun in my life and cold hands of cold itself....
How will i survive? How?
As i laid still, i knew something hit me hard but i couldn't tell what. I just knew my life will never be the same again....
" ah! ah!, mama Kashimawo, don't do this to this little girl, she is just too young for this..." I managed getting up from where i was still holding papa's hands... Praying for a miracle and hoping on hope itself but i guess hope and miracle ran out of gas that day.
"Mama, what is wrong again" I asked. Mama was struggling to breathe. She had an heart attack then, i didn't know what it meant. All i knew, she was breathing heavily... I saw a woman shouting, telling people to give her breathing space. I still didn't know all that....
Mama was flat on the floor, lifeless..
"In Jesus name mama wake up". I tried saying what our pastor taught us. He said we can raise the dead by calling this name.... I kept shouting mama In Jesus Name wake up... Mama was dead and couldn't hear me...
"In Allah's name, mama wake up". I thought Jesus was busy attending to others... Let me call the Allah muslims call. Yes, maybe he is not busy.. I couldn't tell. All i know is Allah is supreme, Jesus is too... I have seen muslims say "Allah" and Christians, "Jesus'..., or i don't even know which else to call, Ogun, Shongo. All i wanted was for mama and papa to wake up... The gods are dead... Is God himself dead too? I wondered in my heart... Why God couldn't save my dying papa and mama...
All the supreme beings gave up on me. Non of them could help me... I was shattered, confused... It was worse. Everything...
Two weeks later, papa and mama were buried in our compound...
Their burial didn't affect me much, my mind was still on why the gods were silent on my case... Even in the movies, God hears people's prayers... The gods of the land answered the chief priests and gave the land water... Why me? I was not helped at all... Was i at fault? What was my offence? I was 10years old. What offence could a 10year old girl have committed that made all the help cease?....
Was i wrong to have believed in these supernatural beings? Was i wrong? Were they wrong for never listening to me and helping me?
"I will take good care of you. You don't need to worry." Mr. Aremu who was papa's close friend assured me. All 10years of my life, i have lived with no one else but the two people i call my parents. No relative i know of, only my papa and mama. How will i cope with another family entirely? It didn't really bother me. My school. Who will pay my school fees? I became worried. I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes, pain in my heart, nights full of pain, alone in the dark room in Mr. Aremu's house...
I wish all was just a bad dream and mama could just come wake me up and tell me "Kashimowo omo mi, get up, akara and pap is ready"....
I forced myself to sleep that night and hoped by the time i wake up, it will be just a dream...
A cock's crow woke me up very early in the morning. It dawned on me that everything that happened was real... I have to face the harsh sides of life, the scorching power of the sun in my life and cold hands of cold itself....
How will i survive? How?
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