STORY : WHAT WENT WRONG (Episode 11)

Sometimes the pain is what we need for us to grow. Goodbyes come when we are not ready for them.

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As if the death of the priest wasn't too much to handle. Mwansa found people removing things from the house. Bana kulu Chisowa the only friend her grandmother had was crying uncontrollably. No sooner she saw Mwansa than she ran to her with tears in her eyes.
Mwansa pinched herself to wake up from her nightmare as she walked towards the house. Banakulu Chisowa tried to stop her, she pushed her and went straight in the house. Mama Musonda's lifeless body lay on the floor.
"Mama! Mama! Mama! Napapata bukeni!" Mwansa said as she wrestled with her grandmother's motionless body.
Mwansa had faced pains and sorrows none of them could amount to this one. She was physically, emotionally and spiritually deranged. The woman she called mother, grandmother and best friend left without a word. She tried to compose herself together by slapping herself.
'Wake up silly! Your granny is not dead." This is just a dream.
'Granny stop playing this joke, you want to test my love for you. It won't work, I love you like no other. Now wake up and chase all these people gathering here. Your crops awaits you. Let's go to the field and harvest.'
'Mama please wake up, you are stronger than this. You can fight this. Don't allow the devil to defeat you.'
'I'm sorry if I may have offended you knowingly and unknowingly."
The old lady crossed to the other side. She was no more. People held Mwansa trying to calm her down.
What do you expect the young lady was confused, distort, disturbed and hurting. She felt a shape pain on the head, everything appeared blur. She fell down.
"Bring some water! She has fainted." Mama Chisowa ordered the young lady standing next to her.
She quickly brought the water, they poured it on Mwansa. She didnt make any movements.
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"Grandma it's you? I thought I had lost you forever."
"My child . . . . . . . There comes a time to cry, mourn, smile, laugh, celebrate and reflect. Always the battle is for the weak, it's for them to learn to be strong. God can never take you to a place where his will and grace is not present. In all the pain, sorrows, misery, rejection, denial, problems, troubles, happiness we encounter we should always praise the almighty. He is able, he has never failed and never will. He is the God of Moses, Esther, Abraham, David, Daniel, Job, Sarah, Adam, Sampson and many more. These lived long before us and he was there for them. He saw them through, they each faced problems yet he never forsake them."
"Granny don't talk like that, you scare me when you talk in that manner."
"My time has come, the enemy has finally won the battle. This doesnt mean we should stop fighting. The battle has just began."
"I hate it when you talk like this, stop using parables."
"My body is still strong but my spirit is very weak, I wish to journey on. What my body can handle my spirit cannot. My soul is far from my body, I want to come but I don't have strength to come back in my body."
"Mama what are you saying! Why are you saying this! Shut up! You are not making sense at all. Stop confusing me."
"The enemy is closer than we think, don't give up, fight to the end. I will always be with you. Be careful with people around you. It's not everyone that will love you. An enemy can never be someone you don't know. It's always the person you know, they will blind fold you and make you believe they love you. They share your tears and cry with you."
"If you dont stop with this talk of yours, I will leave for the stream."
"Never go to the stream, your whole life is caged up in that stream."
"Please granny stop this."
"I will be with you always, remain a prayer warrior."
Mwansa was upset with her grandmother for joking about death. With tears coming out of her beautiful big eyes, she walked out on her grandmother. A ray of light shone on her. Her granny was behind it, she waved at Mwansa.
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"Mama! Mama! Wait! Where are you going?"
Mwansa woke up surrounded by many people.
Reality hit her the old lady was surely gone. Mwansa couldn't contain it as the elders carried her grandmother's dead body from the house. They argued whether to take it to the hospital mortuary as the clinic didn't have a mortuary. This meant that they had to take the body to the hospital which was miles away and this would bring about expenses taking the body to the hospital and back to the village for burial. The headman suggested they keep mama Musonda's corpse in her house until burial which was to be held the next day.
'Mayo ine nafwa!'
'Umufyashi wandi aya!'
'Umunandi anshya'
'Nashula chapwa'
'Mwe Lesa ngamwalilolelako'
'Mama loleshani kunuma yenu'
'Napatapata bweleni'
Death is the worst thing to happen to man kind. As much as we can't question God's will, it is the hardest thing to live with. Granny Chisowa tried to confort Mwansa. The young lady cried her heart and mind out until she fell asleep. She woke up past midnight, the compound was quiet, only a fire light up under the tree where the men slept.
She began to sob, mama Chisowa woke up to calm her.
"Mwansa talala mwana wandi."
"Ichalo chaba namafya."
Mwansa cried even more, the world is full of problems. Loosing the only person she loved was not a problem, it was a curse. How could the God she prayed to night and day give up on her. Why did he allow such to happen. Both the priest and granny died when she needed them the most, who will she run to. Whose shoulder will she cry on? Who will listen to her boring stories?
A dark cloud befell Mwansa. Her hopes and dreams were shattered, the only people worth working hard for have gone. Without their presence she would not be able to reach her dreams.
The following morning, the headman sat with the elders to discuss funeral arrangements. Preparations for the coffin were underway. Mwansa couldn't stop crying and re_thinking her grandmother's memories. Thank God for bana kulu Chisowa who was there for her making sure she was alright.
Later in the day, uncle Mubanga from the city showed up. He brought a nice coffin, it had a glass on it. He brought food staff as well as other things. He was driving a very nice big car. It was heart breaking to think that someone driving such a big car was the mother of the poor old lady that died.
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Mwansa passed out as they put her grandmother's corpse in the coffin. Due to her unstable state, she wasn't present at the burial. She was hurt that she never got a chance to say goodbye to her granny when she was alive and in death.
After the burial uncle Mubanga wanted to go back to the city, the elders stopped him to discuss the way forward.
"Now that your mother is no more and you being the only surviving child. It's time you take responsibility of this land and your niece." The headman said.
"So you people stopped me from going to the city for this nonsense?"
"Mubanga! Have respect for your elders. You dare stand in front of us to tell us bullshit.
"Bullshit is you telling me to have anything to do with this cursed land and that cursed child."
"Children of nowadays have lost respect. So because of the little money you made in the city, you think you can insult us? What we are telling you is for your own good. I hear you bought land in the neighboring village. Use this land to your advantage. Make good use of it, Mwansa is your late sister's daughter, why not take her to the city with you. Help her attain an education or something. As you can see she is all alone in this village with no one to run to. The priest who used to render help to her and your mother died too."
"I built a life for my own in the city, the only relative I had was my mother not this child. You can do whatever you feel like doing with her. She is a girl, marry her off to any man or better yet let her work for you."
"You claim your mother was your only relative? A woman you chased out of your own house. A woman who gave birth to you, she made sure you were well taken care of. You never bothered to visit her when she was alive, now that she is dead you came to see her. What have you done? You should have as well not come here."
"If you would excuse me Mwine mushi and your people I have to run along, I have lots of things to do. I refuse to have anything to do with this land and anything on it. Time is money, if I continue wasting my time with these senseless and unproductive talks I might loose money."
"We will see where that money will take you. Your mother's corpse is turning in her grave. You can leave if you want," an angry elder said as he stormed out.
Poor Mwansa sat on a log outside the house listening to every word that was being said. On his way out Uncle Mubanga looked at Mwansa with hate. He spit on the ground. "I have told the villagers to do what they want with you, I wash my hands concerning you and this land, don't come looking for me. You can hang for all I care."
"I don't need your help, I never will. If my grandmother, your mother never came to you for help who am I to do so? I will never come looking for you." You can be assured of that.
"I love your thinking. We are on the same page, good luck with your future endeavors."
Some people can be cruel, your own fresh and blood telling you the worst things. Uncle Mubanga was bitter.
That evening Mwansa thought things over, Uncle Mubanga's words came rumbling back and fourth. She took a rope, went in the backyard. She climbed to a mango tree, she tied the rope to the tree. She said a short prayer asking God to forgive her for what she was about to do. She put the rope around her neck and throw herself down."
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Could this be the end of Mwansa?