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with water up to my ankles. I could feel the rain pelting at my chest, my arms and my legs. It seemed to be coming at you sideways so the umbrella not much help. We stood up by the side of the road waiting for a maxi-taxi or a bus. Every time a car pass you have to pray you don’t get spray with dirty water because of course it don’t have a pavement and I in a dress.
We wait, we wait, we wait, and no taxi passing and the few that whoosh by full up. Maybe is because it’s Sunday or maybe is because it raining hard but the road them empty. No cars and no people. Plus the street lights not all working. Even the moon look like it afraid of the rain because I can’t see it in the sky. My dress clinging to me and my teeth chattering. All I want to do is reach home, get dry off and watch TV in Mummy’s bed. If we don’t catch a ride soon we going to miss ‘Law and Order’ on TV tonight.
Well, it look like we not reaching home any time soon. No taxi. No bus. Is Mummy’s fault. If she had let us skip church this one little Sunday then we wouldn’t be out here in the dark getting wet. Now she want us to walk up the road. There’s a place to shelter across the road from that big field where they sometimes put up a tent and have church with loud singing and clapping. She keep saying hurry up, you walking too slow. I’m walking as fast as I can with two shoes full of water. We should be home like everybody else and is all because my holy mother can’t miss a single Sunday service. Jesus better bless us specially. If you want us to win the lottery, Lord, we wouldn’t say no and we would share it with Nanny and Aunty Indra and even Miss Celia will get some change. Just a thought, Jesus, if you looking down on us getting soaked.
It seemed like we walk half an hour to reach the shelter. You could hear the water swishing about in my good shoes. Mummy said to stop complaining, we only walked five minutes. And yes the shelter better than waiting in the rain, but I’m sure I’m going to catch a nasty cold. Where the good Samaritan they talk about now, eh? Maybe he still riding donkey rather than motor car or bus. Please, Jesus, please – I want to go home. I promise if you send a taxi right now I won’t give Boo-Boo my carrots when Mummy not looking. And I will never answer back when Mummy talking to me. Please send a taxi now. Now please.
And who say prayers don’t get answered? I hardly finish when we see a van coming towards us. Mummy said to stay under the shelter. At last a maxi-taxi going our way. Mummy step out into the road, rain pelting down, and start waving for the van to stop. But he not stopping. Mummy waving and he still coming towards us. She waving and he coming. She waving and waving. He getting closer and closer. Then bam.
He didn’t stop.
I ran to her. Her face mash up and she not moving or saying anything and I screaming Mummy, Mummy, but she not answering. Rain pelting down on her. Blood like a river running off to the side of the road. Her arm looks funny. Her legs look funny. The driver stop up the road and start to reverse back. He come running out the van holding an umbrella.
‘I hit she?’
‘Mummy! Mummy! Answer me! You all right Mummy?’
‘Oh God! I thought it was a cow. I swear is a cow I hit.’
‘Is not a cow you stupid fool!’
He’s on his cellphone but I can’t hear what he shouting. I’m crying so hard. She not opening her eyes and she not talking.
‘Mummy!’
I’m trying to hold her but I can’t.
‘Mummy! Mummy!’
The man say an ambulance coming.
Get the ambulance fast!
The driver tried to pull me off Mummy but I bite his hand so hard he bawl out. The rain not easing up at all. It must be hurting her to be on the hard road.
‘Mummy! You hearing me? The ambulance coming. Hold on. It coming now.’
The man only saying it look just like a dark cow. Now he telling me that we can’t move her out of the road and the rain because we might hurt her more. Why she not
We wait, we wait, we wait, and no taxi passing and the few that whoosh by full up. Maybe is because it’s Sunday or maybe is because it raining hard but the road them empty. No cars and no people. Plus the street lights not all working. Even the moon look like it afraid of the rain because I can’t see it in the sky. My dress clinging to me and my teeth chattering. All I want to do is reach home, get dry off and watch TV in Mummy’s bed. If we don’t catch a ride soon we going to miss ‘Law and Order’ on TV tonight.
Well, it look like we not reaching home any time soon. No taxi. No bus. Is Mummy’s fault. If she had let us skip church this one little Sunday then we wouldn’t be out here in the dark getting wet. Now she want us to walk up the road. There’s a place to shelter across the road from that big field where they sometimes put up a tent and have church with loud singing and clapping. She keep saying hurry up, you walking too slow. I’m walking as fast as I can with two shoes full of water. We should be home like everybody else and is all because my holy mother can’t miss a single Sunday service. Jesus better bless us specially. If you want us to win the lottery, Lord, we wouldn’t say no and we would share it with Nanny and Aunty Indra and even Miss Celia will get some change. Just a thought, Jesus, if you looking down on us getting soaked.
It seemed like we walk half an hour to reach the shelter. You could hear the water swishing about in my good shoes. Mummy said to stop complaining, we only walked five minutes. And yes the shelter better than waiting in the rain, but I’m sure I’m going to catch a nasty cold. Where the good Samaritan they talk about now, eh? Maybe he still riding donkey rather than motor car or bus. Please, Jesus, please – I want to go home. I promise if you send a taxi right now I won’t give Boo-Boo my carrots when Mummy not looking. And I will never answer back when Mummy talking to me. Please send a taxi now. Now please.
And who say prayers don’t get answered? I hardly finish when we see a van coming towards us. Mummy said to stay under the shelter. At last a maxi-taxi going our way. Mummy step out into the road, rain pelting down, and start waving for the van to stop. But he not stopping. Mummy waving and he still coming towards us. She waving and he coming. She waving and waving. He getting closer and closer. Then bam.
He didn’t stop.
I ran to her. Her face mash up and she not moving or saying anything and I screaming Mummy, Mummy, but she not answering. Rain pelting down on her. Blood like a river running off to the side of the road. Her arm looks funny. Her legs look funny. The driver stop up the road and start to reverse back. He come running out the van holding an umbrella.
‘I hit she?’
‘Mummy! Mummy! Answer me! You all right Mummy?’
‘Oh God! I thought it was a cow. I swear is a cow I hit.’
‘Is not a cow you stupid fool!’
He’s on his cellphone but I can’t hear what he shouting. I’m crying so hard. She not opening her eyes and she not talking.
‘Mummy!’
I’m trying to hold her but I can’t.
‘Mummy! Mummy!’
The man say an ambulance coming.
Get the ambulance fast!
The driver tried to pull me off Mummy but I bite his hand so hard he bawl out. The rain not easing up at all. It must be hurting her to be on the hard road.
‘Mummy! You hearing me? The ambulance coming. Hold on. It coming now.’
The man only saying it look just like a dark cow. Now he telling me that we can’t move her out of the road and the rain because we might hurt her more. Why she not
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