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.

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