Painful Memories

Painful Memories

The Day bad news called me
It spoke through the voice of my aunty
2016, at approximately 8:05pm on a weekend
She became the thunder that bath herself in kerosene
And “Granny is Gone”
Never had l ever detested life like that moment
With eyes that lost taste for sight
A tongue void of appetite for speech
And a heart that forgot how to pump blood
I stood rooted to the ground
Too heavy to move or lift a finger
It felt like this once death froze me
Losing both parents at 6 and now 22
Seeing death slowly snatch her breathe
On a transit coming to see me
This bad news burned me
Acidic in nature, drying up my blood
I stood like an empty ocean, a skeleton with breathe
It is funny how a body full of life
Could come to you lifeless the next day
But this is life anyways

Ofem Ubi

Mercy Obot

Mercy Obot is a journalist, entrepreneur and an inspirational writer who takes delight in emboldening people through real life stories. She also loves reading, listening to cool music and making friends globally.

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