*Sorry this came a day late (Just got back to school, still struggling to get my internet connection back up!!! Hope I’m forgiven??!* 😐 If you’re just joining, I assure you non of this would make sense. You might want to check out Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 . Thank You. 🙂
He heard the words leave his mouth, long before he could even form the sentence in his head. Mama, mama, mama He screamed!!! Mama, what is it? Why are you sitting there? What is going on? What the hell is going on? Mama say something please.
Loud as his crys were, they fell on deaf ears. Rather unattentive ears, near as he was to her, his words were as inconceivable as the rest of the crowd around pelting her with not just “Stick & Stones” intending to break her bones, but also words that were deeply hurting.
He pressed his way forward, pushing his way through the throng of people, all around him, people turned their faces towards the yelling distraction, he imagined he looked rather mad in their sights but he didn’t care. It wasn’t their mother who was been pelted with sticks and stones: No, it was his!!!
She wasn’t his mother per say, but she was the closest thing he had to one. These people had to be crazy, how could she, the kindest thing he knew be a witch. She had raised him after his father had died and his mother who clearly couldn’t handle the news had to be admitted into a mental facility.
Madness, of course that was what it was, what it had to be. Only madness would’ve made her act like this. Mama, stop all this nonsense. Do you know the implications of what you are saying? Stop talking before this people start taking you serious? *Like the stoning wasn’t evidence enough of their seriousness!!! *
He tried to move forward to shut her up but the way was blocked, he made to push the guy in front of him when someone grabbed him. 1 hand became 2 and before he knew it, hands were grabbing, steering him towards the centre of the circle.
Realizing the danger he was in and the intent of the crowd, he tried to fight them off, but was soon overpowered, he fought with all his might and then #Thwack someone hit him across the head with a stick, he tried so hard to gather his consciousness, his mind turning an awkward shade of black, just as he passes out, he hears the sound of a gunshot.
To be continued
Ochuko A. Akpomudjere