When my father died two years ago, a day before Christmas, I had just seen him around 11:00 am at the hospital, then when to Spar supermarket to do last minute shopping before Christmas. Around 2:00pm I was at home and I got a text from my half brother, that he was no more, I collapsed on the floor wailing, I couldn’t get up, my neighbors rushed into my house to hold me and console me. They urged me to get up, I couldn’t drive to the hospital where he had just died to take him to the mortuary, till I called my brothers in law to come to the house to help me drive. I was dazed, overwhelmed and confused, months later that relative that drove me to the hospital called my sister and complained that I didn’t give him transport money to go back home. I wasn’t wailing and crying by the time we got home from the mortuary but I was pretty dazed, I wasn’t comprehending things well, I didn’t sleep that night till dawn, for a week, I barely slept up to 5:00 hours, I was just running on adrenaline. This one is here talking about frying plantation because she she wants to be called champion for husbands. Idiot.
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