Date:14th February,1996
Time: 12:46am
Thats when I came to be
It was a special day,am told
Valentines Day,
A special day for a special kid,
I was special alright!
Date:May 7th 2001
Time:Forever it seems
I lie in bed
A needle in my hand
And a medicine dripping into my body
Am used to this now,
I dont' cry much anymore.
I hate this place
It stinks,I think
And the nurses are always harsh
But its better than home
And I always look forward to being here!
Date:7th April 2005
Time: Afternoon
I rush home from school
I cant stay back and play with friends
I dont have any
All they do is call me names
And aunty did say I have to fetch two bundles of firewood today
I rush into the compound
Uncle is sitting under the tree
I skip over to him
A smile on my face
And hand him my end of term report card
I had topped my class
He grunts
Crumples the paper
And reminds me there will be no dinner if the firewood isn't enough!
Date:14th February 2006
Time:Around 4:00pm I think
I lie on a pile of grass
This time I know I will not awake
I hope I will not awake
A snake bite
A dangerous one, I think
I think of all that has been drummed into my head
I was always told I would die
Soon!
I was born with a virus
I never understood much
But from the hatred in their voices
And the hatred in their eyes
I knew it was something horrible!
I think back......
Date: 14th February 2006
Time:Earlier that afternoon
I am collecting firewood
My third bunch today
Because its a special day,
For me!
I see it
I know I should ran
Just the other day, ochieng, our neighbour had died because of it
But I reach for the wood next to it
Immediately it strikes
I feel a sting, thats all
I drop the firewood and ran
I sneak into the home, into the cowshed
And lie on a pile of grass
I hope it works
I wait patiently!
I have hated every moment I spent on earth
I dont understand much of it
I am only 10
But I hope
When I get to where death takes me
Things will be better,
At least thats what they say in church
But mostly,once I get there
I just want to ask
To be made to understand
Why life on earth is so horrible
I was special, I was once told
I was born on a special day
Is this what special is?
I feel a strange feeling
I think this is death
I feel a bit of pain
And I smile
People wailed and cried when OChieng was found in the woods
Would the same happen when they find me?
I dont think so,
But I wont be here to find out.



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