THE STRUGGLE E-Book

Ritah Nalumansi

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Having lost her mother as a child, she now faces the pain of losing a father, and the torturing brought to her by her step mother. Wicked as she was, Pearl's step mother was unwilling to be a parent to her and her sister. At a young age she was exposed to the ruthlessness of the world. Choose this story to find out the twists and turns in Pearl's life as she struggled to protect herself and her sister, and how she fought to over come all obstucles in life to achieve her father's long lasting wish for her. In the end, justice prevails, and love conquers all.

Leseprobe

Ritah Nalumansi

THE STRUGGLE

Broken Pieces

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Awaken with Love and Forgiveness

THE STRUGGLE

Broken pieces

Its story of long lasting pain and endurance, endless courage, forgiveness and bountiful learning

Prologue

Pearl had experienced a healthy and happy life with her parents and young sister. Together they had built untold memories full of laughter, joy and love but everything changed following the demise of her parents to cancer one after the other and the tremendous entrance of their step mother in her life, completely changes her life story.

After listening to her mother’s last words, Pearl had vowed to hold onto and follow them like the Ten Commandments and they brought light and luck in her life but her step mother stepped in and took from her everything that brought light and meaning to it.

In a world filled with greed, envy, discrimination and lust, she had to fight to survive and reach the top just like her father wished, and build the family that was once destroyed.

Chapter 1

Wails covered the atmosphere making it hotter. People burying themselves in sorrow and grief. There are always dark clouds that hung over homes but in this home they poured too soon. The grief had struck like thunder into Pearl’s brains thrashing out the last bit of her thinking and only she could explain the depth of the storm that was welling up in her heart. The storm had set in but this was nothing compared to the hurricane that was awaiting her.

Her father, who had for a donkey’s years been addicted to liquor had now given up the ghost. He had gone to a far and unknown place. What awaited him, no one was sure but for Pearl, her life story was about to begin.

Tears flew down her rosy cheeks, a breathing mass settled on her laps hanging tightly to the hem of her worn out coat. Though her life had been crushed by the events, she remain as solid as a rock. This wasn’t a time to throw down the towel. Though her heart was breaking to a thousand pieces, her soul remained unyielding in the face of the unfolding adversity, just for her sibling.

In her heart she could hardly believe that no sooner had cancer claimed her mother when the same illness claimed her father. Memories of her bed ridden mother seemed to be as vivid as it was yesterday. With pain in her eyes, she had called out to her.

‘’Pearl my dear, your dreams, do not let low, just take a leap of faith, an ounce of courage and complete surrender in God, never forget this, His strength will be your victory,’’ she whispered these words with a failing breath.

She remembered these words, she had wobbled and slowly melted down beside her mom’s casquette. All the pain she felt back then was as fresh as it were yesterday, but with all her might she hung on to an ounce of courage that her mother told her about and never to give up.

Slowly the casquette was taken in to its resting place, the absolute end for all those that hold breath, tears flooding Pearl’s eyes. She was witnessing the scene for the second time in not less than five years. This time, it was her dear papa, one who had showed her unending tolerance, with whom she shared un withering love, one with whom they moved through broken and straight roads, one who held her hand when she was falling and one who hugged and comforted her when she had night mares. The same person had just deserted her, leaving her alone with her sibling in the cruel world, with her step mother away from divine and very close to heart less.

It was the most painful experience she had felt .No stronger pain in this world inflicted on her would ever surpass what she was going through at the moment. Yet it was no time for breaking down, but a time to be stronger, and not give a chance to the sorrow she was feeling to consume her. She got a grip of herself, wiped her tears from her swollen eyes from past nights weeping, and moved with every bit of her might back home.

The place felt gloomy and cold, a dark cloud hanging over her roof ready to consume all life in it

‘’First it was mama, then papa and then, who is next?’’ she mumbled to herself.

‘’You,’’ echoed a voice sarcastically.

She turned to where the voice had emanated, only to face big bulging eyes staring at her form on the floor with distaste.

Her step mother was a lady of a mean demeanor, who cared less for the pain of others. To her, the world and all that it contains were invisible apart from her and her desires. She had worked as the best liquor seller in town and her beauty attracted all sorts of beings to the place. This same beauty had lured Pearl’s father, an alcohol addict to the point of bringing her home two years after their mother’s demise, not knowing that he brought with him something not less than a devil’s incarnate.

Time flew by very fast and what was pain, slowly melted into distant memories that Pearl decided to leave behind and move head on with strength and courage.

Humans move should never be held by emotions, but rather move forward because not even once has the world stopped.

Chapter 2

‘’Pearl, ‘’her step mother called out.

‘’ Are you not yet done with the clothes? You have to clean the house before you set off for school,’’ She added.

She was a long time nag and rude in her speech. Deborah didn’t know how to use kind words to her step daughters, to her Pearl, it came as no surprise as she didn’t seem like a lady from fine breed. Arrogantly, she had threw dirty clothes into her face to wash.

Since 4 am in the dusk she had been washing an ocean of clothes from her mother’s wardrobe. Tirelessly she had done such a heavy piece of work for a 9 year old perfectly. She slithered back into the house for a cup of hot tea to soothe her hunger.

Hardly had she taken a sip from the tea cup when a loud bang echoed, followed by a sharp pain down her spine and then a hoarse voice came next.

‘’ Why are you seated here, go finish work. Put the tea down, an empty stomach should teach you that for one to eat, he or she has to labor for it,’’ Deborah yelled at her.

Harsh words thrashed to her ears rung and echoed a thousand times, though it was a cold chilly thursday morning, Pearl had sweat run down her spine, pain settled in, she felt it hard. She looked up to her with teary eyes. No words were needed to describe Deborah’s wickedness, it was all crystal clearly laid down in her nasty actions with a clear resemblance to those of a witch. In her heart there was no room for mercy and humility and she had first shown that when she stopped Pearl and Clorinda from calling her mom immediately after their father’s demise.

By the time she finished all the house hold chores, it was 8 am in the morning. She then embarked on 3 miles journey to school, leaving her little sister in the care of her wicked step mother. She had worn such grief that suddenly she felt comfortable in it. The pain that she felt daily at Debby’s hands gave her the zeal to strive harder. To her, education was vital and that’s why she never gave up despite all the hardships she had to endure.

All sweaty and hot, she reached school late as she had always done. This had become her habit, but she didn’t have much of a choice. With time, she had got acclimatized to the price that comes with this habit of jumping 30 times like a frog. After that she pour herself a glass of freezing water from the kitchen and raced to class.

Pearl was a girl of rare intelligence. Despite her late coming her performance in class remained remarkably good. This intelligence was backed up by the zeal to move away whatever hardships that were standing in her way, be it the hardest mathematical equation. She was a girl with a calm demeanor, polite and simple, this made her be liked by everyone who met her, thus many extended a hand of help to her in any way they could, Lisa her best friend made it a point to review for her whatever she had missed. She was always grateful for the acts of kindness.

While the sun was setting, she was busy, wobbling her way back home, thinking of what she was to prepare for the dinner, for the family that was left in her care. She was too young to hold such responsibilities but she barely had any choice. Often she had watched children of her age being held by the hand by their parents, cared and loved, but for her beatings and abuse was the order of day. Sometimes she envied them, because they had the parental love she will never experience the whole of her life.