A Chance to survive
207 Words
it was on a hot September afternoon in northern Nigeria at a filling. a taxi driver a the fuel seller were exchanging blows as everyone was watching a woman was carrying a child of 6yrs old as she and other travellers try to separate the fight that is going on,non could stop the fight until she shouted at the top of her voice
"driver! driver!! driver!!! my son is dying"
tears flowing from her eyes. the fight stops abruptly as everyone looks in her direction for the first time since the chaos.
Celestina is a mother of 5 children 3 boys and 2 girls a woman in her late 30s
dark in complexion average in height, black pupils that attracts everyone that stares into them. she is wearing a blouse and two rappers like every married into woman except this time the second wrapper is wrapped around the child whose eyes are closed.
"what is it woman the driver asked"
with indignant voice
my child is sick and I am trying to hurry up to Ahmadu Bello university teaching hospital to see if the can help, and your fight is delaying the journey, please be fast I need to save my child. he is truly very sick.
- Writer
