WTW (07 January 1998 / St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe)

Demise

Demise
She was young, Brave and only twelve by then, so zealous and keen. She strode in so tired. "It was a blast indeed, coming out on three in the spelling Bee, oh a dream deemed true". Her accomplishment did embrace her beneath and she was overwhelmed. She felt all the mighty in her veins as she jolted the door open.

Jovial about her presentation at school that day, she came straight home earlier than before, literary ever. Mom she called feebly. "Mom! Guess what? ". The mother was astounded, without any expression even words to spit.
Then Kim gladly said, "Mama I mad it". At once she was puzzled, confused on what her daughter was referring to, she posed a vexed posture.
"I meant to say I won my spelling contest mom" then the phrase nocked sense into her skull, she was quick to respond, "that's my girl" she bellowed in a cuddle. Mom was proud of me and we exulted for the success.

***

Patiently time ticked, cringing past, the pointers till surrender. Up to that late the mother and daughter were still in their jollification, waiting for John's arrival from work. "For so long I brawled, sleepless nights, studying and spelling aloud for that contest, only to be perceived in the BEE." She was conscious.
Exultant to be the outstanding feminine voice that year and position three was not that bad. After all, previously the male charm had dominated the game of words,
Kim stood as hope to the females at their school and even her society, indeed she empowered many. Even her mom felt emancipated.

Her mother eyed on the humpty dumpty chronometer on her blue wall, still her husband not yet at home, that midnight, dawn almost approaching. She felt timid. All the joy did impede suddenly comprehending her father was not home yet.
Dad where are you? I made you proud, that rang in Kim's mind. Both mother and daughter were suspicious about John's delay…

"Is it still at work? Mom", she nerved…
"I am not sure Kim", her voice so wishy-washy
"So should we call him, I am worried" bidden little Kim
His phone was through, though it kept ringing, it went straight to voice mail- John are you safe? We are worried about your well-being; come home love, take care… Rose.
"I tried Kim, your father is not picking on me, let's not worry. He is fine"
The two went to bed not at ease…
***
On GOODMORNING, The television set routed to a local broadcasting frequency, the news hour marked and the headlines foreshadowed the melting economies, hyperinflation rates, sky rocketing bills amongst other economic distresses at large.
For moments, the news crew detailed most on the current state of affairs. Retrenchment schemes were amongst the rest, even well-established originalities closed gates, Oh it was a devastating state of affairs. Though propaganda had it that the real reasons not be told, the shunned government's investor policy amended was to be held responsible for the domain misfortunes.
51-49% was indeed a prank.
Investors drifted to the margins of the citadel creating an economic depression, most of the masses left jobless with tatty retentions of the goodies the so called colonial governance induced.

Still on that note, lately though, a terrifying accident was reported to have occurred the previous night at around 12 midnight. This report instantly caused a reign of terror at John's homestead, Kim and her mother bawled, weeping though it could not craft a dissimilar, John's demise to be confirmed by a call from the nearest police station. Inspector Zuva on the other end of the line
"Hallo is this Rose? Calling on the intel on John your husband who was involved in a fatal car crash and currently hospitalized at Mbuya Dorcas"…

Rose in a rush she went straight to take a bathe, Kim also had the same motive, all that in a bid to upkeep with the visiting hours at the hospital. Initially the inspector was not being honest with the two desperate ladies. The real fact was, everything was really bad, precious yonder mos. past and another call rang…

John was deceased. Rose wheezed instantly as that message was perceived so loudly.

What a misfortunate ending, a demise that inflicts more than it would have ensured. To know that her father was no more at that tender age, death being not so discriminative. Discomfort was the sentimental feeling Kim had. Yet all that jollification yester posed to impede drastically, now to be thwarted by moans and groans. Dust be dust…

Demise
She was young, Brave and only twelve by then, so zealous and keen. She strode in so tired. "It was a blast indeed, coming out on three in the spelling Bee, oh a dream deemed true". Her accomplishment did embrace her beneath and she was overwhelmed. She felt all the mighty in her veins as she jolted the door open.

Jovial about her presentation at school that day, she came straight home earlier than before, literary ever. Mom she called feebly. "Mom! Guess what? ". The mother was astounded, without any expression even words to spit.
Then Kim gladly said, "Mama I mad it". At once she was puzzled, confused on what her daughter was referring to, she posed a vexed posture.
"I meant to say I won my spelling contest mom" then the phrase nocked sense into her skull, she was quick to respond, "that's my girl" she bellowed in a cuddle. Mom was proud of me and we exulted for the success.

***

Patiently time ticked, cringing past, the pointers till surrender. Up to that late the mother and daughter were still in their jollification, waiting for John's arrival from work. "For so long I brawled, sleepless nights, studying and spelling aloud for that contest, only to be perceived in the BEE." She was conscious.
Exultant to be the outstanding feminine voice that year and position three was not that bad. After all, previously the male charm had dominated the game of words,
Kim stood as hope to the females at their school and even her society, indeed she empowered many. Even her mom felt emancipated.

Her mother eyed on the humpty dumpty chronometer on her blue wall, still her husband not yet at home, that midnight, dawn almost approaching. She felt timid. All the joy did impede suddenly comprehending her father was not home yet.
Dad where are you? I made you proud, that rang in Kim's mind. Both mother and daughter were suspicious about John's delay…

"Is it still at work? Mom", she nerved…
"I am not sure Kim", her voice so wishy-washy
"So should we call him, I am worried" bidden little Kim
His phone was through, though it kept ringing, it went straight to voice mail- John are you safe? We are worried about your well-being; come home love, take care… Rose.
"I tried Kim, your father is not picking on me, let's not worry. He is fine"
The two went to bed not at ease…
***
On GOODMORNING, The television set routed to a local broadcasting frequency, the news hour marked and the headlines foreshadowed the melting economies, hyperinflation rates, sky rocketing bills amongst other economic distresses at large.
For moments, the news crew detailed most on the current state of affairs. Retrenchment schemes were amongst the rest, even well-established originalities closed gates, Oh it was a devastating state of affairs. Though propaganda had it that the real reasons not be told, the shunned government's investor policy amended was to be held responsible for the domain misfortunes.
51-49% was indeed a prank.
Investors drifted to the margins of the citadel creating an economic depression, most of the masses left jobless with tatty retentions of the goodies the so called colonial governance induced.

Still on that note, lately though, a terrifying accident was reported to have occurred the previous night at around 12 midnight. This report instantly caused a reign of terror at John's homestead, Kim and her mother bawled, weeping though it could not craft a dissimilar, John's demise to be confirmed by a call from the nearest police station. Inspector Zuva on the other end of the line
"Hallo is this Rose? Calling on the intel on John your husband who was involved in a fatal car crash and currently hospitalized at Mbuya Dorcas"…

Rose in a rush she went straight to take a bathe, Kim also had the same motive, all that in a bid to upkeep with the visiting hours at the hospital. Initially the inspector was not being honest with the two desperate ladies. The real fact was, everything was really bad, precious yonder mos. past and another call rang…

John was deceased. Rose wheezed instantly as that message was perceived so loudly.

What a misfortunate ending, a demise that inflicts more than it would have ensured. To know that her father was no more at that tender age, death being not so discriminative. Discomfort was the sentimental feeling Kim had. Yet all that jollification yester posed to impede drastically, now to be thwarted by moans and groans. Dust be dust…

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