living legends

                                                  by fred kanshamba
She screamed. She tossed, she turned, she shouted. The pain was intense. She felt like letting go. She struggled and struggled. Tears streamed down her face as she cried. Her nerves were clearly visible and her pretty face was well disfigured. She shook and held on to the nearest hand as with one last effort while the pain intensified the most, pushed with all her might. The pains almost broke her. She became weak but then she heard a voice crying. She understood what that meant. She had just given birth.
At that moment, all the pains vanished. More tears filled her eyes. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she looked at her newly born baby. The pains were suddenly replaced with love and affection she had never known. She now was desperate to hold the child and her plea was heard. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she now held her child. It was only then that she felt complete. She knew the struggle was worth it, she had just given birth to a baby boy. She loved him with all her heart. She only wished time would have allowed her husband to see his lovely baby boy. She now breathed. She felt peace.
However, she started having fears; Fears that the innocent child would have to go through the harsh conditions of the earth without a father. She started becoming desperate. She feared and she cried. At that point, she feared she might not live up to his expectations. So she feared and gain she cried. Little did she know that she had just given birth to one of the earth’s finest sons, a true legend. And indeed, legend he was.
The boy grew up as a cheerful boy. He completed his mother’s happiness and she completed his. They were one. He had never bothered to ask about his father. His mother was his world. He loved her and she tenderly cared for him. She fought the reality of not having her husband around. He had died in a car crash four months before his son was born. He was a caring man. She missed him and she cried. It hurt her so much that she cried in her son’s presence. This was new to him. He had never seen his mother cry so he got worried. She assured him it was nothing but after some days, she was caught off-guard. She had broken down when he came in from school. He couldn’t bear seeing her so torn apart with no one but a school boy to comfort her so he asked.
“Mother where is daddy?” at that moment, she knew he had grown up and what she had feared for most was now unfolding. She did not know how to answer the question. She could not lie to him and neither could she tell him of his father’s fate.
“Your father is dead.”
Only after she had finished her sentence did she realize what she had just said. She hoped that somehow he had not heard or understood but it was too late to hope. The die had been cast. He had heard, he with no mistake clearly understood. His ever smiling face now deemed with rage, anger and hatred. He felt betrayed. How could she do this to him? Before he looked away, he cried. She understood what that meant and she understood how he felt. She would have felt the same and so, she cried the more. She knew he hated her at that moment and she could see the hatred in his eyes.
“My son…am sorry, i…”
She did not even finish her statement. He had already walked out of the door. It was only then that the pains she had felt came back. She cried but she waited for him to come and when he did not, she became weak. She cried the more. That night, she lay alone in the house, lonely, sad and empty. Her eyes were all swollen. She had been crying the whole day and just when she felt she couldn’t take it anymore; thieves broke into the house, stole all valuable property beat her up and at last raped her. They left her unconscious, almost dead. She could not move. She just lay there taking the last breaths of her life as she bled.
Meanwhile, her son couldn’t hold on to his anger so he decided to go back to his mother to tell her he was sorry for having walked out on her. He was really sorry. He was just upset and now he felt he had to set things right. He was already missing her and he hated himself for what he had done earlier. It really wasn’t his intention and he was going to apologize. He knew what pain he had caused his mother and was now going to tell her that he still loved her. He really did love her. So he set off for home preparing the words he was going to tell her.
However, when he reached home, his heart sunk. His mother was lying stripped naked in outside the house and she was bleeding. She had lost a lot of blood and was really weak. When she saw him, she tried to get up but she failed. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He rushed to her and helped her to her feet but she fell and he cried. He helped her lean against the wall. She was crying and so was he. She held his face close to hers as she cried. She took a deep breath as with difficulty she made out a sentence.
“Forgive me my son. I love you and I am sorry. Will…you… forgive. Me?”
He swept the hair from her face. Tears were still streaming down her swollen face.
“There is no need for that mother. You don’t have to apologize for anything. I am the one who’s sorry…and mother,” he was crying as he said this, “…And mother, i…”
His sentence came to an abrupt halt. His mother was no longer crying and her eyes were closed. She was long gone. He was now alone, no father and now no mother. Alone at twelve with a dead body before him, he cried. He shook her…
“Mother! Mother! Mother please don’t do this to me! Mother say something…” his words were meaningless. She was lifeless. He had to call for help. He ran from his house towards the house across the road. He was in such a panic, hurry and in a shock that he did not see the speeding car. It hit him, he fell in front of it and as the driver tried to apply brakes, he applied them when the car was over the boy crushing his lungs and ribs. He instantly died a very painful death.
The world on that day was robbed of two of its finest people, a strong mother and a strong son. Their story is about love and hurting the ones you love. Hope you enjoyed it….
……………………….onemind irate………………….

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