Tonight, I am wandering outside alone with my thoughts, walking toward the kraal, and thinking about Momma, who is at home trying to get some rest. Precious and Abu are asleep, dreaming of candy, I am sure. It is better for them to sleep when there is no dinner. I can't help but think of the burnt corn we ate two nights ago. My mouth waters for more. When the food is cooked, some always burns. We scrape the kettle to save the char for days when there is nothing else to eat- but now that is gone too. I try not to think of the ache in my stomach, but it's almost impossible. I think the reason Momma rests all the time now is because of the ache in her stomach. Whenever there is food, she gives it to Abu first, then Precious, then me.
I can see every star in the universe. The sky is a deep blue bowl filled with magical, milky fairy dust. My mother told me that fairies live in the stars. The brightest ones are the most powerful. I dream one of those fairies will find me and give me three wishes.
I first would wish to see my real daddy again, the way he used to be, and have him home with us. The second would be lots of food so nobody in our village would ever get hungry. And the third would be wings, so I could fly away...... No, not wings. I don't need to fly. The third wish would be that no one in our village would ever get sick again.......
........I am more tired than I have ever been. I fall back into a dark sleep with no dreams.
I wake to a great pain in my stomach. I try to stand, but I double over, my outstretched hands narrowly stopping me from falling on my face. My mouth starts to water, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. But still there's nothing in my stomach, so it is another gagging fit, I hate these fits.
Auntie comes rushing over and helps me back onto the bed. "There, child. Let me get you some water." She puts little drops on my lips. "You have slept for two whole days."
I try to sit up. Auntie sits behind me, lending me her big shoulder to lean against.
Life and hunger must be brother and sister..........................
to see a video of the real pastor Walter in this book visit http://vimeo.com/3285879
This is a fictional book which I don't normally read, but the author has a heart for orphans and this is based on real events and real life in Africa. It is by Tom Davis and is called Scared. Check out his others, Fields of the Fatherless, Red Letters, and his newest is Priceless. His website is http://www.hopechest.org/
B Blessed, R.B.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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