Aliwark Banda Jr

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WHO IS THIS?

She woke up feeling dizzy and sick. At first she thought it was the usual hangovers she always experiences after a heavy ‘drink’. She always kept a stock of pain killer to relieve herself of pain. “This feeling again, when am I ever going to become a professional drinker?”, she whispered to herself as she reached for a packet of paracetamol.

A distant friend was helpful in as far as the dosage of the drugs was concerned. After getting the pills, Prisca headed for the kitchen. She remembered getting the pills and heading to the kitchen but how she found herself in hospital, she could not remember. She opened her eyes in awe and looked, behold, she was in Hospital. Her mother narrated to her that she found her lying unconscious on a floor in the kitchen.

For 21 days she was admitted at Ndola Central hospital but each day that passed seemed to feed on her flesh. The hopes of her recovering become slim every day despite the Doctors relentless efforts to restore her health back to normal. Bana Chilufya wished there was a way she could help her daughter carry the excruciating pain but No the pain was only for her daughter, Prisca.

A beautiful rare breed, blessed with melanin and the ‘body curves’ but because of that short illness, all her attractive looks become a once upon a time. Her mother saw her daughter reduced to almost a skeleton, the anguish is now reminding her of her late husband who died shortly after a short illness. ‘Lord Why?” become the dominating punctuation mark in her daily supplication to her God.

They say people know when they are about to die so when that moment arrived for Prisca, in sign language, she requested for a pen and paper. These were made available for her. after struggling to sit upright on that hospital bed, she began writing: mum I am sorry, I am here because 7 months ago I committed abortion. Few weeks after I committed abortion, I started experiencing pain in my lower abdomen and I went to a private clinic where I was examined and informed that I was ‘rotting’ inside my womanhood. I was advised to visit the hospital but I didn’t instead I……...

She could not finish writing but at least she had already said key events that led to her ‘short’ illness and subsequent death.
Death took her on a trip to hell. Barely did she know that her deeds whilst alive were a direct application to the hades. Prisca felt conscious and alive again. She saw people screaming as they burn in eternal fire that rained heavily on them. She was going to join those when she saw a girl about her age. “who is this beautiful girl that looks like me?”

The girl looked like her. She thought maybe her mother didn’t just tell her that she had a twin sister. The ‘twin’ sister looked at her as if telling Prisca to have a good look at her. It was later made known to Prisca that, the girl she supposed was her twin sister was actually the baby she aborted.
The writer asks: given an opportunity to see the future of your unborn baby, would you still abort it in order to shield yourself from the shame and stigmatization that comes with unplanned pregnancies?

*x after marriage leads to
*x before marriage leads to pregnancy and sin at the same time.
Weak as we are, we should struggle and cry to God grant us the power to overcome sin.
OTHERWISE ON OUR OWN, WE ARE ‘THAT’ WEAKLING THAT YOU ARE.
Disclaimer! the writer does not suggest that the dead go to hell.