Chidalu returned home from his first term of school a new man.
Chidalu, my 12 year old gregarious kid, became skinny and withdrawn.
He jerked at small noises and ate like a man being chased.
I continued asking what was wrong, but Chidalu merely shook his head no and mumbled a fearful no.
We got him everything, including his favorite bicycle, but he didn't say anything.
You can notice his over-playfulness has decreased as he adjusts to boarding school life. when I protested about him at the women's meeting.
Chidalu approached me a day before their return.
How about changing my school, Mummy? That was the longest thing he'd said in three weeks.
I dropped his clothes and faced him.
“Chi, why do you want to switch?”
He bent his face to peer at his legs.
I'm not going to move schools again, mummy, he murmured as he left.
I should've listened. Oh, if!!
My husband and I took him to school the next day, and I will never forget his sad face.
We were told Chidalu was sick and needed to be picked up. They say he fell while playing.
But the son I saw at school wasn't the one who fell. Drenched in anguish, Chidalu writhed in pain.
“Where is my son?” MY HUSBAND SCREAMED AT THE PRINCIPAL WHO KEEP SA
My son couldn't speak due to serious cuts on his lips.
We took him out of school and to a hospital in town for examinations.
Then Chidalu said quietly to me, when it was just me and his dad in the ward.
My heart sped up, and his dad's eyes widened
My blood was boiling as I cried out, “They claimed they would kill me, they always eat my food and take my boxers and singlets” I was already crying and seething.
My husband phoned the cops, then the principal, who hung up on him.
Chidalu jerked, foaming at the lips, his eyes becoming white.
“Chimooo!! Chimooo!!! Doctor!! Stop it, Chidalu! “Huni tell Chidalu to stop!” I screamed and wailed, my wig on the floor.
My Chidalu heaved and died in my arms.
Son!
My only son!
My husband wailed on the floor.
Mr. Lucky and I were both told by the doctor to take heart.
“Chidalu's killers will not go free! “I will fight to the death to make them pay,” my husband yelled.
He started phoning people and eventually recording videos.
“Nna m I'm sorry for not listening to you, for not pushing further to find out what caused you grow cold,” I said softly as I drew Chidalu's body close. But I swear to fight for you, Biko.
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