The Book Of Grief 😩😣😕: Day 298: 5 Minute Freewrite

If thou passeth through this grief
Please read slowly and be brief
Reflect on the dust to dust life we live.

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Grief, that's the other name for Mrs Sriverey, loosing an husband at a tender age of thirty-one isn't a thing to wish an enemy, but everyone keeps on saying God gives and takes away.
"Why mine? Why cant God take another thing? Why my husband" she cried out with eyes swollen, deep into sorrow.

The thought of raising a boy of four years old ravaged through one of the consoler's heart, she's been there, being the only one to take care of a child isn't a curse to wish for, it's loneliness mixed perfectly with depression, salted with anger. Its also a fact here that women live longer than men.

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"Grief!, son I grief every day when I remember how I lost your mother" Baba's eyes was spitting fire.
That fateful day in the city of Hyderabad, a peaceful protest was on going for President Rafsanjani, the opposition forces have threatened to disrupt this rally. But the sturbboness of the Iraqis was visible in the eyes of everyone.

Shouting on top of there voices while holding the placards, each of them march peacefully in one accord. Mama told us she want to buy something across the street, I watched from the window as she walked along the corridor, trting as much as she can not to get mixed with the proccession. Then a bomb blew off right in the midst of the rally, turning able-bodies to fragement of flesh and blood. We all went down, lying symentric with the lizard. My ears were "hooing", Slowly we got up and watched the street full of butchered meats of human body. It's sickening seeing this.

Papa rushed out in haste, if at least he could find the love of his life, hijab covered bodies everywhere, it was hard to find my mama, by the time he could, he left out a hard cry of deep groaning and passed out.

Three years down the line, papa is yet to recover from the loss of his heartrob.

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Each city with its own problem, ours is drinkable water, we've seen numerous NGOs come here to take pictures and interogate us, making awareness and empty promises. None has ever done anything good that we know of.

We heard Joy's mother called out her name severally, such is common in a community with high rate of sturbborn children. But this wasn't like before. We saw her rushed Joy out and at the same time calling the neighourhood to come to her aid. Joy was vomiting and stooling concurently amd was rushed to the hospital, an hospital with no drugs.
Hours into the night, Joy's spirit left in the deep quietness of the night to join her ancestors. Throwing her mother into an eternal grief.

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I've been seeing the crypto market price lately, its a grief on its own, especially for those of us who live by it and has no other source of income. Its no one's fault though, we just have to hodl on for the bull time is coming, crypto advisers are signaling still. This is the lowest i've ever seen the steem price go to.
Like the movie :The Three Idiot, I'll rather put one hand to my chest and say "All is Well".

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