The Silent Sad Demise.

               THE SILENT SAD DEMISE.

    The other day, I took time to indulge with self. Long since I had quality time with my subconscious. I was close yet so far, all of the embraced the new liberty but me! Though I was happy something deep inside was still eating me up. Pondering! Sure, something so sad, the silent sad demise of Carol. 

          Well none is perfect and that is what makes us humans, right? But sad how young people like Carol, Marcus and me fall victims of this imperfection. Carol and I were friends since childhood. I was so fond of her and her presence was felt whenever she around. Fun to be with, hilarious and humorous humbled Carol. She fell in love like every teenager does, the sweet teenage love and the lucky guy here was Marcus.

          Together in their seemingly undying love, spend most time, the movies, the dates, dinner at home… unfortunately, something none expected befell them. It all happened spontaneously, she missed her monthly’s something that was worrying. She took a pregnancy test and I turned out positive. It’s common since many teenagers get pregnant, get disowned, and live alone in the consequences of what they did. But to Carol something more heartbreaking happened, something that leaves me in sobs each time I reminisce.

          Magical as it seemed, Carol’s parents allowed her to go stay with Marcus in their extra house they had been left by Marcus’ dad. I was left lonely given that I was never going to see my best friend as I used to. Sad!

          Time flew by, everything was shaping up slowly. Carol who had scored an A was sure what she was going to pursue in her undergraduate. I also tried to keep my friendship; occasionally visiting them with the little presents I could manage to get my hands on. The baby shoals, outfit, tiny pair of socks and pullovers. I couldn’t hide it, after all the turmoil we had gone through before convincing Carol’s red-rage dad to take her whatever the case it was at least time to be graceful that the baby was coming. We had already started naming her, Tatiana, Miley, Winnie, Precious, Joy… Excitement of its peak!

          As if the excitement was no enough, Carol’s birthday was coming up and Marcus and I were going to surprise her and see the grace in her face. Monday, 2000hrs, my phone buzzed, Marcus. I quickly picked it up… Carol was experiencing labor pains and she has been rushed to hospital!!!

          I tried as much to keep in contact to get up to speed on Carol’s condition. Tick tack, 11pm 12pm 1pm 2pm. The baby was conceived, I went back to sleep knowing that Carol was safe and sound and the baby had taken a smooth ride down here, Earth.

Tuesday, I went to school for my short courses period then went to see Carol and say hi to our new friend Joy. Coincidentally, I met Marcus so it was time to discuss our surprise for Joy’s mummy next Tuesday. After we stroke an agreement, I bade him tidings and went home.

A few days later, she was discharged. Both were doing well, though Carol’s dad was still mad at her but couldn’t afford to show.

Marcus and I were all set to surprise Carol; I went to school as usual, Tuesday. Did my continuous assessment exam and by two I was done. I rushed to the supermarket to get Carol a cake, and then took a bus home to Marcus’

I knocked but no one answered, I called out but no answer came forth. What was going on? I expected to find them at home since it was Carol’s birthday. I took my phone and the first thing I saw was 6 missed calls from Marcus. I hurriedly called back. Carol had been rushed to the hospital and was in the E.R (Emergency Room.)

I acted fast, took the plastic bag with Carol’s Birthday cake, hopped into a bus to the hospital. I found Marcus holding Joy; he was restless moving up and about. First, I hesitated to go to him but I fostered when he noticed I was forging towards him, he broke into tears and said, “Ollie you know how I loved her, I didn’t read the sign early enough, she began to turn pale but I thought it was the effect of the pregnancy. I tried to call everyone to our aid when she fell of the couch but I couldn’t reach anyone. The doctor said the blood she had been transfused was not compatible since they belonged to different blood groups.’ I tried to console him but he insisted.

“Ollie, her blood clotted now she’s lying their lifeless. Eh, what I’m I going to do?

I dropped the plastic bag as I tried to console him, I couldn’t hold my tears. The attachment we had was concrete. Baby Joy stared in innocence.

Carol’s story was moving. From a love story, good results to a sad silent demise. It happened so badly! In grief, Carol’s wake was quickly organized and we, part and parcel of her life bid he farewell.

“FARE THEE WELL CAROL; YOU LEAVE BEHIND A ONE YEAR OLD BABY JOY. WE LOVED YOU BUT GOD LOVED YOU MORE.” Were the sentiments of father.

Silent demise! Carol left behind Baby Joy. One week old, but she’s doing well, with the love around her, she’s grown chubby. We celebrated Carol’s birthday in her absence. Each time the relics of this sad day go through my mind, I break into tears. Sure we live such a short life.

                  @IamOliverMutai

THE SENTENCE

  SENTENCE.

Under the hot glaring sun,

We stood at one end bathed,

Before us sat a multitude of raging citizens,

The jury was compiling the sentence,

Of the allegations levied against us,

Allegations that we were stage acting.

When the state had called to end the heinous deed,

Matt, I and Co. had tried to bring it back to earn a penny.

The sky was clear!

Waiting for our weary fate to be decided.

Time was tick toking,

The impediment of our imminent judgment was killing,

Pushing to the edges,

The roar of the unruly crowd was up surging,

My heart was racing so as my ‘partners in crime’

The head of the Jury stood and summoned the crowd,

“Today we witness the death of the accused before us,

For breaking the laws of the land!”

We were pushed over to the killer machine the undertaker stood still,

I watched my friends taken down as I waited for mine,

Hardly had I been mounted on the killer machine,

Than it broke down and I hang over.

Luckily I lived to tell of my death sentence.

That never was!

 Weaver.

 

+NINETEEN YEARS LATER+

NINETEEN YEARS LATER.

 

 

 

     “How could you do this doctor? This is so unprofessional!” Well when I first heard this story from the horse’s mouth, I felt the urge to tell it or rather share it. It didn’t matter the form of writing, with the message well cast. I would be content. Perhaps I should start from the top, in my own words.

    17^th August, another busy day for busy Dr. K. Odoyo his name as I was told. His area of expertise bringing the 9 months old to planet earth. “The subject has to undergo a c-sectioning [hope this is the right term]. A natural delivery is dangerous for the baby.” Dr. K. Odoyo remarked. “Where is the lady’s next of kin? The baby’s father for that matter.” He quickly asked from the reception desk but no answer came forth.

     We know the danger that comes a delayed labor period or puerperal- Obstetric Fistula. Time was the enemy Dr. K. Odoyo had to face head on if he wanted to save the young mother from fistula. “Where is the baby’s father? He needs to sign here before we go into the C-room?”
      
     All that while, Baba baby, let’s call him that was in the office. He was the chairman of the co-operative and being an August he had to deal with many clients who wanted their cheques. He tried as much to rush through the list so that he would be in Hospital in time to welcome the baby. Meters away from hospital, his cellphone buzzed. Some cheques had bounced and he was needed back he had to choose work over the one important sign!

    “Dr. K. Odoyo, you are breaking protocol!” one nurse cried.

    “The lives of this lady and the unborn baby are in my hands so I will do whatever I feel is good for them. Choose to ride along nurse.” Dr. K. Odoyo said.

     Finally, Baba baby was free and in the shortest time he was in hospital. Dr. K. Odoyo had to spill the beans- he told him that he had proceeded with the operation without his approval.

     “How could you do this? What have you done Dr. K. Odoyo?” He screamed.

     “I have the power as a doctor and I did what was necessary. She needed it as soon.” They argued as each tried to express their emotions.

   “Why don’t you thank God the baby got here safely.” One nurse pleaded with Baa baby.

    Nineteen years later, I’m here born from an operation that was never approved in the first place. Funny right? Sometimes I meet the one person that gave me the first ride on planet earth the sentimental incidents that make me want to wake up in the night to write. Nineteen years later my loyal pen and me struggle to bring to life whatever situation we go through and be success oriented.

     And I say. Thanks to Daddy in Heaven.

                                                                         Weaver.

+WORDBRANCH+

WORD BRANCH.

 

 

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      Theirs is an exciting endeavor, they treat your manuscript like their own baby. They give it readers, editors, illustrators then when it’s ripe they pipe it to the best and well known distributors. The illustrators work well trust me. Right from the cover page you have a breath-taking book that your readers won’t miss to flip the next page. Submissions are made in January and June so you have enough time to work on it.

Another thing is that they offer you a free author course once you are accepted and you don’t pay for the courses till your book is published, no you agree on a percentage of the royalties you will earn. How exciting for a fiction or a non-fiction wannabe written with a manuscript that is a double spaced with a 13 font size in a Microsoft word document.

Try it and you could be the lucky Ndiritu Wahome of the sad artiste and other fairy tales who will be launching his book on a Storymoja hay platform in Sept.

IM JUST A TRAIN-WRECK

IM JUST A TRAIN-WRECK.

 

 

The train moves faster than I thought,

I look up to the rest of them all,

Sited in twos smiles written in their faces,

There gazes and moving lips are tormenting,

I look up to the blue sky through the window,

Doves and crows flying in twos,

Peaches pat their feathers by the tree twigs.

The seat beside me is empty and the extra train ticket reads Jane Doe.

You swore you would come,

You told me I was written in your soul,

You said our names were written in the stars.

Suddenly the train comes to a halt,

The voice over announces,

“We’ve come to the end of the journey,”

While did I go to this journey alone?

The rest alight happy holding hands,

No, I will not alight take me wherever.

Cause I’m just a train-wreck.

A lonely train-wreck.

                                                   -Weaver