OSUWAKE
Episode 14
The next morning, around 5:00am, she was breathing heavily. She called me to come and hold her – she was feeling extremely cold and was shivering when I reached her.
“Osuwake! I’ m not feeling myself again! I’m very cold. Please are you touching me or close to me”
“mummy! I’m here, very close to you and even touching you. Your still not feeling anything?”
I responded in wonder.
I drew more closer to her. My aunt came in and begged me to leave her to rest but I refused and stayed with her till the day unfolded properly.
The sickness never seized her libs as she started calling people one by one; she thanked them for their support and contributions towards her. She greeted and blessed everybody.
When my aunt asked her the meaning of what she was displaying in utter most shock, her response feared everybody the more.
“l”m seeing light! A shinning light! I want to follow this light! She exclaimed.
She started calling on me repeatedly:
“help me na! Help me na!”
“mummy, what do you want me to do for you?”
I inquired.
She collapsed to the ground. I tried carrying her up but she was heavy; very heavy! I couldn’t stop imagining that heaviness for someone who has been sick for a long time and was very slim.
It was even four of us that was able to carry her inside. We placed her on the bed and begged her not to roll on the ground again. But we didn’t know she was on transit already. She asked us all to go and eat, we told her that we weren’t hungry but she kept urging us to go and eat before my aunt came in and excused us outside immediately.
She locked the door and my mum was talking to her as we could hear her voice in low tones through the window.
At a point, we stopped hearing her voice and by the time my aunt emerged; we asked what had happened but she could not say anything. She started crying beyond control.
As a result of this, we pushed the door and trooped inside to discover that our mum, has transited to the great beyond – she has died!
The expression on her face showed and revealed she was very sad but the next day, after her embalment in the house, she was wearing a smiling face.
It was a painful and pitiable death for a woman who had wronged no one for loving at a very young age.
She died and was buried!
The climax of her death was extremely despicable and out of tune – my dad, the husband of her youth did not attend her burial.
My dad shunned our mum’s burial!.
The last thing he did for my mum, was the apple he bought for her during the time she was sick because the doctor advised her to be eating apple always.
Before she died, she ate that apple and was still professing her love for my dad.
Many men had come to seek for her hand in marriage in the past but she rejected all of them.
She hoped and believed that my dad, will still come back to her at the fullness of time but he never did – even at death, my dad, never returned to our mum!
The aftermath of my mum’s death ushered my dad into a new phase of life.
Even before my mum died, things were already happening to my dad but after her death, it worsened. Things that he never bargained for started happening to him.
Patients that usually visits him to mend and repair their dislocated bones ceased coming.
he had fewer patients and most times none.
my step mum’s business crumbled and folded up completely. She was hardly hit – just like a plaque! The very worst enveloped her!
They were receiving their own fair share of what life can deposit to every man.
It was a tale of two worlds and no one knows what tomorrow can bring to his/her table.
the future portends danger and chances of survival seemed bleak for the downtrodden!
My mother’s last wish before she died:
“My daughter, becareful not to
destroy any woman’s home and
should in case that happens, I,
have already cursed that day.
and never you marry to any
family where your not wanted
even if your fiance or lover
treats or pampers you like
an egg. It’s suicidal to do so.
the blessings of the Lord will
be your comforter as I’m nearing
my end among you all. I’m going
to transit to the great beyond
with all the hate the world might
harbour for you all”
And so, a family was clothed in bitterness and blinded in hate for an innocent woman!
A woman and mother died for love – the very love of her innocency! So pathetic and heart wrecking!
this is a tragic story and it’s a real life experience!
OSUWAKE: “battling life struggles
in the face of internal crisis wasn’t
easy for me at all but I was so
determined to abide by the rules
I was taught earlier in life, I rather
chose to be a househelp or even
go to park sand for builders and
till the ground for farmers than
to venture into prostitution and
other vices. My mum had taught
me everything and I’m determined
to make her proud even in her grave
she was a strong and virtuous woman
consistent to her beliefs even when
all hopes was lost and shattered
that singular prowess of my mum
became my daily inspirational guide
as I’m so stucked in my dark world
enduring man’s inhumanity to man
but not swayed by it rather believed
that someday, somehow, heavenly
light will shine and rekindle the
hopes and aspirations of the
downtrodden”
Are you a grand mother, father or mother, married or single, Man or woman. This particular story is for all of us.
the message is clear and simple and was delivered in a bid to serve and impact humanity.
This is the length I can go on this story for now.
I wish to thank you all for your enormous support through out the length and breadth of this story.
A life story written by: ©️Emeka Nwobu
Till i write you again, stay safe everywhere.
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