Devastating The Obvious

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  Posted: March 28, 2008, 12:23 pm by dobvious

  
  

  Father’s sister is at it again . Struggling to understand  the whys and how’s this decision has been arrived at .Her eyes have tears .  She says that she hasn’t had this many tears since that fateful telegram from Burma came . How quickly she enrolled to class to learn the tongue of the missionary only for her eyes to read that her then  romeo had taken the early train to meet the Maker . She says that   her prayers had been answered only to be snatched again . Now she calls doubt on the true nature of the  Creator as referenced by the missionary faith . Why , after she had christened the son his name , his name . She wonders again in exclamation by the name of the Makers son . Why . Perhaps its time she goes back to the forest - she points out . This new found faith with all its complexities keeps on making it hard for her to come to terms with the happenings .

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  In typical teen nonchalance Mercy confesses that she doesn’t know the responsible party .  Some told me that the prophylactic  reduced the joy and at times the smell of latex made me want to puke , she reports . So I can’t really tell , she continues while biting her now overgrown nails .

  Is he gone ?

  I tell her yes . Where to sign ? I show her . Good - she says . Do you think I will get the exams ? No , but I have already spoken to the headteacher . Says they will take you in the second term

  Thank you , she says .

  They ache , I know , got you some valium here, that should take away the pain . The sister also says that you empty them .

  Mmhhh she grunts as she falls back to sleep .

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  Its much more than the wakings up at night . Unfair . Just think of what would have happened to you if Mum did that to you . This is different .She can’t even remember who was responsible  how do you expect this bunch of naive to become a mother . Why do you want to take my name again . I made the call . Surely what  space will that baby occupy .Within no time we will have someone to send for salt and matchboxes . They are expecting our call . The instructions are clear , no breastfeeding , to ease her pain she would have to express it . Its a tough call .But  the best decision for all . You and your new found freedom generation , cant even understand or comprehend the gift of life .

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  The handover  goes on without a hitch . I note an SUV parked outside .Inside there are these two gleaming faces . Unlike in Diablo Cody’s well rehearsed take on the subject matter they show no traces of a plastic smile . She  touches the dimple and tears fill her eyes . One would think they source the tears from the same duct as father’s sister . He on the other hand offers his hand in thanks. From what is to be gathered he is stepping forth into a good realm - I think of the boy .  Four years we have waited , four years , Oh Glory be to God . The man starts exalting his Maker .

  I step back unceremoniously , my task is done . The balancing act  . One broken heart , two elevated souls  a disillusioned teen and one young one  . These are indeed the ways of the world .

  It has been a long day , lets stop by Anita’s for some ginger roiboos. - Millicent says as she  brings the car to life . You’ve been here all this while , I ask her - Yup ! she quips ,just like your shadow . I smile .Deal I say - to the tea .

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