When life takes over, you sometimes feel like committing suicide or taking your life away. Some moments in life are unforgettable and are phenomenal life long, though some don't seem to exist after they happen to have been introduced in your life.
Some moments in life are unforgettable and are phenomenal life long, though some don't seem to exist after they happen to have been introduced in your life
Even princesses die unexpectedly, souls get deranged, therefore that's when African black magic and witchcraft intervene in one's life.
It was five hours after the midnight. The morning was too cold for a summer day, air flowing slightly slowly like a tortoise. The morning was unusual due to dull temperatures and awkward environment, though that were favorable conditions for that specific moment.
My sister, Vuvu was a few minutes before she give birth to her third child, when my father and his son in-law were called by the St Mary's Private hospital. "Hi, Mr Mbana, your wife, Vuvu will be delivering her newborn bundle of joy in a few minutes, so you're all welcome to visit the hospital on any upcoming visiting hours, for just in case something happen" said the nurse to my brother in-law.
Both my father and brother in-law rushed to the hospital with butterflies in their stomachs, hoping and believing that everything would be fine. Thirty minutes later, they called my mother, Elizabeth, telling her that Vuvu has successfully gave birth to a baby girl. We were all very happy that the sonnet has finally been broken (the most climatic moment of life).
Three hours later, my father came back home alone, happy. He sat us all down and told us that our sister, Vuvu has delivered the baby successfully, no problems have been found by the doctors, but she may be discharged later this same week. My father mentioned something which we thought, maybe is normal to all mothers. "She told us that she's feeling a pain in her stomach, but she's not sure what may be it's cause, so as the doctors mentioned" said my father (with an unusual emotion).
Hearing that our sister is not totally fine was one of the things that made us unstable, but we only believed that everything would be fine. A few hours later, my brother in-law came to our house in a rush, he told my father that he just received a phone call from the hospital. "They say that we should come to the hospital as soon as possible, its urgent" said Mr Mbana (my brother in-law).
They grabbed a wheel and galloped the Jalupa as fast as they can, heading to the hospital. We waited for them to call us or come home to share the news about why they were called for, but they didn't come back that night. We kept waiting till we felt like going to sleep. It was at midnight when we decided to go to sleep.
At around 8:45am, as I was playing soccer at the loan, I head a sound of a car from 90 degrees, 30"seconds away from our house, I knew it was Mr Mbana's car, yes it was his car. I ran to open the gate, then closed after them. I stood at the veranda to welcome them as usual. They both stepped out of the car (with sad emotions), so they called everybody inside the house. I didn't notice if there was anything wrong, since I was still a kid.
We all went inside the house. For the first time in history, our mother didn't have a problem with us sitting on the couch as kids, so we sat there and waited for the men of the house to say a word. My father fell the tears down, just before he could even say a word. I then noticed that there was something wrong with their visit to the hospital, but I had no say or choice to ask because I was still a kid.
"Remember, yesterday we received a call from hospital to see Vuvu? When we went there, the doctors told us that nothing was going well, but they were doing all their best to stabilise the situation, but they couldn't do it, therefore they concluded that Vuvu has passed away" (the sonnet was broken & deranged) said my father. After he just said that, we all cried, especially my brother, Eleseu. He even left us to cry in his room, since Vuvu was his closest sibling.
It was a pain to all of us, but we had no choice, but to accept the situation, even though it was never easy for anyone. My father told us that the child is safe and healthy, but she will join the family (to replace the broken part of the sonnet) as soon as the following day. Even though the child was safe, that'd never replace our sister, that'd just recover the sonnet.
Days went by, church people visited us more often to pay tribute to the fallen queen of Samaton. Two weeks later, she was laid to rest to her last and final home, in Qumbu, at Mdeni Village (at her husband's home). As we were at the funeral, there was a time when people were allowed to come in the room, where the coffin was kept, to see the dead for the last time. That room was like a hell itself, seeing her again made me feel like I don't have a purpose in life, that I'm gonna die soon as well.
After we saw her in that room, the coffin was taken to the undertaker to the grave yard. As we were at the grave yard, just before the coffin was put six feet underground, the pastor prayed for the dead to rest in peace. The coffin was then put inside the grave. We all put soil by hand as usual, into the grave, over the coffin. That was painful to most of us, even though our enemies were happy that she's passed away.
After she was buried, we all went back to the venue, we washed hands, ate, worshiped. The funeral service knocked out, then we all went back home, hoping that we were going to forget that we've lost a family member. Things were never the same at home, since we always knew that we lost the queen, but most importantly, we all moved on with life, God helped us.
It is never easy to forget a family member, more especially if that member is dead. I hope everyone who reads this book understands that no body lives life forever, everyone will die when time comes, no matter what the cause of death would be, but death is compulsory for humans.
Shalom.