My Death My wife, I still remember the day we got married. Many people witnessed our beautiful marriage. This is true, it was so fascinating. We swore to God that day. It was the highest moment of our lives. My beloved wife, I was conscious of what a challenge life would be for us. The first challenge is that of getting a house of our own. How to build it? I am unemployed. I decided to go to South Africa to look for a job. There, I had to struggle a lot but I finally got it. Very proud I was! I couldn’t be called a useless man in the village. To add to my pride, you gave me a ring to tell me I was a father for the first time in all my life. I tried to save some money so that we could one day have our own house. That was my main fight. 4 more children we had, although, I was only earning a little. But we survived in our own way. Now my life is gone. All our plans for the future stop here. The 3 bedrooms’ house and a sitting room died. It is still hard to know that I have to leave you alone, no other way. You won’t touch my body anymore. You won’t look forward to seeing your husband come back from South Africa in December. This is my end. Our children will suffer. They will never say “Our father bought us a biscuit in town.” My only one beloved wife, from now on you’ll battle for hundreds of years for our children, alone. You’ll have to hoe on the other people’s farms just to get a hundred. Then, your smooth skin, your body like a guitar will disappear. This has never been my desire, believe me. But in this long journey I’m not alone. Now I can see the darkness coming. Right now it is in the fourth quarter. Come and feel me for the last time. Rodrigues Milagre Chilusse
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 22:54:26 +0000
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