A melting candle.

chapter two -life and death

Heart wrenching ,suffocating , agonizingness called guiltness drenches me. The horrible songs of that Thursday night are still playing in my head .
Door opens, mother enters. We live in a thatched house, a roof made of grass and a floor made of mud. One door, one window. A curtain outlines her room from mine. No kitchen we prepare our meals on the outside. The surrounding doesn't have any flowers or Simba grass. It's just bare. The bathroom and toilet are built behind the house.
She now settles down and demands her coffee. Though we ain't modern, drinking coffee is an expensive habit of Elizabeth. She loves coffee more than her throat.
Ever more, I am scared to hear a word from her. I Know the cats and dogs will fight tonight.
Opening the door with fear, I pour hot water from a pot on the fireplace. Poor we are, we still use firewood for cooking and the smoke is getting in my eyes. Tears start to fall reminding me of my agony. I better make the coffee fast.
Early morning I am awake and I can't seem to find Elizabeth. I check the outside, no body is around. Checking the bathroom she has already taken her bath. Strange she obviously must have gone to the market to get vegetables and fruits from the traders. As the old saying goes " he who goes to the stream early in the morning, will never fetch dirty water".
Odd, she always wakes me up, why not today? She's still mad at me I suppose.
Just then I see Mrs mulenga approaching. Which is even more strange, she never visits us.
Immaculate ! she calls, " I have found your mother laying on the ground, in the road to the market ".
Heart racing , I run  past Mrs mulenga and there is Elizabeth laying frozen. I can't take her to the hospital it's miles away . I look around and see a small boy with a wheelbarrow going to fetch water. I ain't thinking twice , so I grab the wheel barrow , pulling my mother , until her full body is fixed on the wheel barrow. I push as fast I can untill I reach the house.
Thank God , I find Mrs mulenga making fire. I quickly reach for a pot, add water and wait for it to boil. At last, it's hot, I grab a silver cup fill it up with hot water and place it in Elizabeth's hands. She slowly starts to shake, in ten minutes, she is conscious again.
I have never cried so hard before,seeing Elizabeth in this state, makes me realize how much the world she means to me.
Mrs mulenga is taking care of the rest until she feels better. I cannot thank her enough.
"When confronted with two alternative's , Life and death, ones mind turns into a valley of tears".

Sorry for the writing format my keyboard went crazy.