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Editor’s Pick | We Stopped Waiting And Started Living Again | by Angela Umoru

   we stopped waiting and started living again

We Stopped waiting and started living again

It happened on a hot afternoon. The school bell rang and our voices rang in unison. Our voices drowned that of our teacher. We had extra homework but we also had no worries because we didn’t have to see the annoying teachers till Monday when reality would dawn on us once again and we would drag ourselves out of bed as early as 6 am.
Finally tired of trying to speak above the hullabaloo, she opened the doors and we pushed past her to the freedom that embraced us at the gates. We ran for a short while then stopped at our favourite spot, a stream to cool our parched throats. Then, for no just cause except that it was our custom we removed our soiled socks and stuffed them in our bags.
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The sun threatened to blister my scalp and my rubber school sandals burnt my feet yet I kept skipping home with my friends. As I gradually drew closer to home, the careless abandon began to wane. I dreaded the quietness I would meet at home.
True enough, when I bade my friends goodbye and pushed the gate which was always left ajar, the atmosphere became stifling. It was choking. I stepped into the house, already certain of what I would find: my family speaking in hushed tones; prayers being offered so incessantly that they become as evident as wisps of smoke curling up to Heaven; handkerchiefs that men of God have prayed upon hanging on bedposts; unvoiced thoughts that hope the end is near suspended like a criminal at the gallows. Our eyes always darted as we seemed to be searching for roaming ghouls that wanted to claim my mother’s life as she lay in bed.          
But that day it was different. The air wasn’t stifling; it was brimming with relief. The waiting was finally over on that sunny Friday afternoon. We could speak loudly now. We could cry now for the pain she had endured. We could laugh now without fearing that we might upset her. We could now miss her.

  We could stop waiting and start living again.

Written by :
Angela Umoru

About Praise

Praise Osawaru is a writer, (performance) poet, content developer and entrepreneur-in-training. His works have appeared/forthcoming in African Writer, Black Youth, Kreative Diadem, Ngiga Review, Nantygreens, SprinNG, Praxis Magazine and Writers Space Africa. He was longlisted for African Writers Award 2019 and Shortlisted for The Zi Prize 2019. He enjoys reading books, listening to good music, and binge-watching series on Netflix when he isn't over-worrying about University life. Say hello on Instagram/Twitter: @wordsmithpraise

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  1. Angie. This is beautiful. ��

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