Things are beginning to look up oh! The goddess is recovering.
She has begun to walk around; pick random, meaningless fights; throw cushions at the wall (we hid all the breakables) and probably, most importantly, to boss me around.
We don’t mind because we’re all happy that we’ve escaped the worst of it. We would even be more glad to have our bipolar, erratically minded, belligerent, semi-loopy witch back as soon as possible. As loony as she might be, she fills our world the same sick kind of joy that she radiates. She’s like our psycho-stimulant, her aura gives us an addictive kick that results in an unhealthy dependence.
Welcome back AfroMuse, we’ve missed you!
Still talking about home, Dark Betty was kind enough to pay us a visit and beat the gong today. Here’s her gong signature:
I’m beating a shiny gong; it isn’t pink, no, it’s a myriad of black and emerald green… an emerald green that glows in the dark; reminiscent of Chinese demons and Scar’s evil green eyes…
The room was quiet apart from the wheezing of the little boy. In; Out. In; Out. Very difficult to listen to. His father sat to his left with his head bowed; holding his hand. The mother had silent tears running down her face. Her eyes stared vacantly at the dark stain on the wall opposite; the result of a minor fire last year when Tobi had put a candle on the table. God had saved him then; He could do it again.
But still, she sighed. Then said:
“Don’t you think we should take him to the hos…”
Baba Tobi’s head snapped up, eyes flashing. “Kike; don’t say it! This is a test. God is testing us; we need to prove our faith!” He took a long deep breath then sighed. “Taking him there would be putting man before God… We have no Helper but God.”
Tobi’s mother reached out to touch her son’s forehead. “The temperature is still up. John; I can’t lose this child; he’s all I have!” She sobbed loudly now. “We’ve been praying for a week now; a doctor might..”
“Stop it, woman! Stop it!” He stood suddenly and paced in the small room. He was a big man; a few strides taking him to one end of the room and back. “God!” He hollered. “Save my son! We trust in you.” Tears ran freely from his eyes. “Please”, he added in a whisper.
He walked over to his wife; squatted so they were eye to eye. He wiped her face then held her much smaller hands in his. “Kike; believe. Saying things like that is what the devil wants.”
“But he hasn’t opened his eyes since yesterday. He..” Her emotions took over and she cried even harder. “Please; John. Let’s take him. Please.”
John stood to his full height. “Let’s continue praying… I believe..,”
A loud cough from Tobi interrupted. They both jumped and stood over their son. He was coughing hysterically now; his eyes bulging as his small chest expanded and contracted.
“Get water! Tobi! TOBI! It is well with you!” His father shouted as his hands floundered about; unsure of how to soothe. “Tobi!”
His mother rushed over with the cup of water but it was knocked out of her hands as her son began to jerk and spasm on the bed.
It was over fast.
“Tobi!” She screamed. She pulled her son to her chest; shaking him. “Tobi!” She cradled his hot head against her bosom. “Tobi!”
There was no more coughing. No wheezing. Just silence.
John was frozen. He felt cold all over.
“Tooobbbiii!” She wailed; her screams piercing the silence. “Jooohn! Toooobbiiii!!!”