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A TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE (NOVEL)
1 Chapter
It was on a memorable cold Monday morning when I decided to leave for Lusaka from Chalochidema. I have had waited for this particular journey to go for holiday and have sometime alone. For not less than two hours I was in haste stowing my educational materials making sure they were safely kept. My mother had then already ordered our old family driver, Mr. Daka to travel with me.
Mr. Daka was impatiently waiting for me and breathed on my neck for having prostituted his working time as if waiting for me was not working.
I had books scattered in my bedroom both on the mahogany couch and underneath the bed. Except for the gadgets I had recently bought. I kept them like the hen covers the eggs being hatched.
Finally I had everything in place and I was ready to start off by mid morning. My family was already shouting farewell. I could not respond but burst into tears of joy and sadness, I had longed to visit Lusaka having been told many intriguing things about it.
Thereafter, Mr. Daka drove some meters away; looking back I could see mama and pa together with my siblings rushing back into our green roofed house with golden walls, for a moment I wandered why? But later reckoned that it was a Monday and obviously they rushed to watch our favorite Monday TV program on ZNBC junior president.
After a while, we suddenly heard a strange gigantic bang, people could be heard shouting and yelling as if the earth was torn apart. At that very moment, I gazed back to see what had happened, my eyes could not believe what I saw our green roofed house was on fire.
I could see people both young and old running towards our house, lazy morons stood like statues with both hands touching the head obviously dismayed.
Responsible and caring neighbors were in haste trying to put out the fire. Mr. Daka languidly turned our grayish family minibus and drove back to see what had really happened.
As we were approaching the house, I could hear the sweet and soft voice of my mama calling for help. My siblings were screaming at the peak of their voices with a key that cannot be accessed in the physical world.
As I was alighting from the minibus with little strength to stroll, I stumbled and fell on the ground. Mr. Daka rushed to help; and got my feet back on the ground.
The flames of fire were still burning fiercely like a burning furnace heated thrice. On the other hand, people in numbers were busy trying to put out the fire. The fire fighters and police were notified but took time coming due to the bad condition of the roads.
Under hypnosis I could see people running up and down. I could not believe this was really happening; our green roofed house was slowly turning into ashes.
Behind the crowd stood our beagle, the pet I had recently purchased, it was barking with a sorrowful voice and made my tears to drop out of my waxed eyes. My family was gone.
Eventually, the fire fighters accompanied by the police arrived at the scene fully equipped. Unfortunately it was late; they merely found black walls standing with ashes around. The crowd was in a melancholy mood, women were weeping throwing themselves on the ground. The police requested to see any kinsman of the deceased family as people were inconsiderately pointing where I stood I keeled over.
Some hours later, I gained consciousness and to my consternation I found myself hospitalized at the Kitwe central hospital and my journey was no more. On my bed side was Mr. Daka who had loosely speaking become a kinsman of our family having served us for ten years. “Where is mama? And Sonya, the fluffy I had bought recently!” I exclaimed with anguish.
To be continued...
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