UNTOLD (A Battle Between Life And Death)

Chapter 3 - The Mother

This chapter is dedicated to BoKuto_Kourou, for being the first person to vote on this story❤

After my mother's death everything changed at home, we all realised thag things were no longer how they use to be including my father.
This is when we all understood the saying that says that "Without a mother, a home has become a house". Later in life, i would realise that my mother was like a glue that held us all together.

My mother's funeral was a big one, she knew a lot of people and we had a lot of extended family relations from both my father's and mother's side.

Mother was a nurse and certified mid wife by profession. A kind hearted one at that. She always had a way of making things feel better, i remeber one day when i was five years old and i had diarrhea. I was admitted in the hospital because it had gotten really bad. Mother had tried to be by my side as soon as she could and started fussing over me. The doctor was trying to administer an injection on me and i was throwing a tantrum. As soon as mother got there, she begged the doctor to let her inject me that she was a nurse, after much persuasion the doctor reluctantly gave her the syringe. Mother cajoled me into taking the injection within a few minutes and that was the only injection i have taken without crying (smiles)...till today i still cry, anytime i see a syringe in front of me.

Mother had a lot of fans, patients that she had treated on one or more occassions while footing their bills. She was a loveable person.

My mother was buried in mid June in the year 2002, a few weeks to my 7th birthday. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. Our normally spacious house had become over crowded, there were family, friends, associates of both my parents everywhere, who in quote might have cared or might not have cared that we had just lost our mother, our backbone.

I was lost as to where the crowd came from, it was later on in life that i would understand.

Zinobia, my elder and only sister surpervised I and Bryan in getting dresses for the ceremony. My father was attending to one or two things at that moment.

Out of the multitude that attended mother's funeral, quite a number apparently had a lot of good things to say about mother.
In this part of the world, when somebody dies people that never showed any atom of care or concern towards the deceased tend to suddenly come up with a long list of who the deceased was, how him or her was too good, was a saint and yada yada yada. It was sickening to my ears. Most of those were people who never even came around when she was very sick before she died.

One of the worst moments about that day was when we were made to see mother's corpse before it was buried. She looked so frail and dead with peices of cotton wool stuck into her nostrils.

But even in death, she was still beautiful.

That day i became confused about a lot of things, i knew what being dead meant but i could not fathom the reality that i would not be able to see my mother again. I had to squeeze my sister Zinobia's hand, which had been holding my own little hands all day. When i had her attention, i voiced out my concern.
"Sister, is mahmah not coming back again?" I questioned.
"Yes" she simply stated, with her voice erupting into another sob.
I just shrugged and went to play with my some of my cousins who were about my age.

I did not fully understand my mother's death before and during her funeral. But i tell you, that there is no day i remember her after that day that the water works don't come in a full force.

Okay, that was chapter 3 and this chapter is dedicated to BoKuto_Kourou for voting and reading this story! Thankyou so much and if you're reading, please vote, comment and share!