THE BEAUTIFUL CRY

CHAPTER ONE

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           Today marks the fourth year since I lost my elder brother,Macduff ,to death. He was a sickle cell anemia carrier.The memories of him still play vividly in my mind. Being the first female child and the next child after him,i was always there with him in the hospital.Macduff was sent to the hospital monthly for blood transfusion.
                                   His health condition kept deteriorating and this was draining my parents mentally and economically,most especially,my father. Daddy was fond of Macduff which was without doubt due to the fact that,he was his only male child amongst four children and the first child too. He affectionately called him 'Piesie'.That is the Akan name given to every first child. Macduff was detected to be a carrier of the sickle cell anaemia at age five but never showed signs of being one. He was a strong kid who helped daddy in gardening and could do all sort of house-hold chores,from washing to cooking.
                                              A few months to Mucduff's 17th birthday, he started showing weakling signs.He would always be falling sick, crying and wailing.He most atimes complains of stomach ache, seeing blood in his stool and sometimes coughs haggardly. I felt genuine pity for my elder brother and was really depressed because he was the only matured sibling I had. I shared my every secret with him and I know his.He was my gossiping pal. Him not being strong made me feel I was loosing everything.The girl directly after me, Diamond, is eight years and the last child at the moment, since my mother was heavily pregnant , was just four years old, how could I vibe with them?
           OMG! pregnant again after knowing the threat it might pose to the child... Woaah

               On Easter's eve, Mucduff was rushed to a clinic nearby when his stomach ache came very seriously.The clinic saw the illness to be above their capabilities. They therefore transferred him to the Regional hospital. He had been there for a week and a day when he passed away. Three days before his death, I was with him in his hospital room around 6'oclock in the morning.My dad had left earlier for work to find more money to foot his bills which kept increasing each blessed day.My mum too had finish feeding him and had left him in my care to go and look after my younger siblings at home.Macduff held my hands with tears dropping down from his eyes. He then asked me," Elsie, will I die? "

                       Naive 14 years old me didn't know how to answer his question but cheered him up by reminding him of Mr. Charles Baidoo, our school assistant headmaster who was also a sickle cell anaemia carrier who was in his early fifties. I assured him that it doesn't kill. If not, Mr. Baidoo should have been dead. He smiled and I smiled back trying very hard to hold back my tears from flowing. I then pulled him into a hug and told him, "Mac, it shall be well".
       
                   On that faithful day of his death,a day I'm not very sure was faithful to me, he had been finding it difficult to breath so my parents  called the doctors to attend to him. They asked us to leave the room so that they could do their job. Unknowingly,that was actually his good bye to us.The doctors came out later and announced his death.i couldn't believe it. Mom couldn't,neither could dad. We all wailed. Even Dad did. My little sisters couldn't take the news when we got home. They were going crazy. The brother who bought them toffees and biscuits with the money he was given to take to school was gone FOREVER!
            
         
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