6th november,2010..I remember waking up..to my grandmothers sorrowful voice saying..chilekwa kosa..ifyalachitika nifyofine..she was given instructions to prepare the house for a funeral..but I stopd her..becoz I did not accept my father was in a bad state..and that was at 6 in the morning..I called my mother at arround 10 to ask how my Father was at the time..n she said he had improved..the whole time I was praying..so i went to my friends house to see the mother who is a pastor and we held hands and prayed for my father..after that my friend SHALU then took me to his room and we started making making music to take my mind off what had happend earlier..and after that at around 12:30 we went outside the house.. As we were chating...my mother called me a few minets after 13 and told me my father has died..I tried to b strong as shalu and his mother drove me home..but when I saw my sister bwalya on the front poch of the house crying..I cudnt keep it in...and as I write this today..I cry....tears on my phone screen..it feels like its been a day..MHSRIP
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 07:20:14 +0000
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