Sunday, November 27, 2016

Neglected Need Speaks Sorrow- Mother Lisa

Neglected Need Speaks Sorrow-
Mother Lisa!

Once upon a time in the town of Umu, mother Lisa has just found a new faith leaving the old one. Her husband, Mr. Sali, has just passed away leaving back little Alis who was just two years old.
Mr. Sali was a notorious patriot and a hard working citizen in the small town of Umu. Often times he gladly gave up his last clothes, food and drink just to settle the need of another. He was not rich, yet he was not poor. Wilfully, he was consulted to offer a counsel to numerous domestic-family crisis to restore their lost ties, and many more he did. He changed the lives of many in his little way even though his name was not published on the front page. All these he learnt from the faith where he had fellowship and commune with before the wrath of death visited. Mother Lisa was not denied to drink from this cup of love-bounties but she showed little or no concern with her fruitless flimsy excuses. She rebelled a million times each day in her heart against Mr. Sali's large heart - if she had her way no one will get a dime, lazy people! her sad squeezed face revealed. Despite her frailty, Mr. Sali remained resilient -extending his arms even closer to her reach.
One day, Mr. Sali took ill severely but Mother Lisa concealed this from everyone who visited their home to inquire what may be wrong. "Oga has travelled and is not in town now, do you people want his house as well?" she said to them (bending her lips and thrusting her neck with dynamic stares).
Mr. Sali's death was a fatal loss to the people of Umu. They mourn him till this day. After the funeral, Mother Lisa became fanatical in her newly found religion. She was convinced that her husband's death was brought by evil people who received his alms in disguise. And gradually she became notorious, not for giving alms this time but, for causing nuisance in her neighbourhood as she became a prayer warrior and song-a-holic simultaneously.
One could hear her voice ringing from her house every night. Her theme was geared against the wicked, to be solitude forever and not to be saved. Her whole being cycled on this everyday.
One fateful day while she sang and prayed in tongues fiercely, little Alis tapped her in request of water, she has just been choked by the peppery meal mother served. "Mo..mmy, I....wan...t wa...ter" she struggled; stuttering, her voice lesser in every word she said, coughing and coughing; tears gushed out uninvited. But mother Lisa responded by withdrawing herself from every single tap that she felt while she continued her loud rant prayer leaving little Alis unnoticed. ...(if only Mr. Sali were Alive, you could say)...
Two hours later, a deafening silence filled the neighbourhood as she concluded her vaunted prayer leaning by the window. She could feel the cool breeze kissing her skin and causing her sweats to vanish. Some minutes later, she could hear, sounds from insects whispering goodnight to one another as the silence broke. Darkness drew closer, she could see, as each building turned off their light one after the other. So blue was the moonlight as she peeped into the sky. The stars were bright too. Everything appeared perfect. "I have done the needful" she soliloquised. But was it true? I guess not.
As she turned, little Alis was lying lifeless.
Mother Lisa was ostracised by the community leaders because of the act of neglect. Consequently, she ran mad due to the shock and stress that followed. She is still a destitute hovering around nearby communities of Umu.
Neglected need speaks sorrow.
The End.

- Homason
Neglected Need Speaks Sorrow-

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