Words built in the air forming sentences that pushed themselves into my being. My vision started to get blurry, my being contracted and stiffened in response. I felt something in my throat, blocking the flow of the clean God given oxygen into my lungs. My hands in response shot up to try to soothe the lump away but it won’t bug.
The body I once carried so effortlessly, suddenly, felt heavier like an extra 100 kilograms were just dropped on me. Eyes searching, asking, pleading for help, but the words needed did not form in my mouth, I simply sank to the welcoming earth. Holding on to it, clawing, digging in to it. I felt a sharp pain like a needle pierced into my eyes to the back of my head and just like that I entered the darkness.
Echoes, I can hear echoes of phrases in the distance. Mpenzi wangu! Mpenzi wangu! My love! My love! The voice, there is something about that voice. The arms that held me brought comfort, diffusing through my skin, transported by my veins to settle in the center of my being.
My heart, with great effort, took control of my body and eventually I opened my eyes. Drawing the image in front of me into focus I tried to register the situation that am in. As if confusion was written on my face in caps lock, the image spoke. The chain of words that came from it, a body that I felt comfortable cuddled in, brought nothing but grief.
That’s when the trembles began.