In A Pool Of Our Words.

So my school is on strike again. Oh I never mentioned I’m a 200L Accounting student. So as I was saying, since my school is striking I decided to respect myself and go home to learn a trade because we all know that ASUU strike ehn is usually long enough for someone to find husband, marry and even have children. So, on this fateful morning at home, cries went up in the house of one of our neighbors Mazi Ude. He had just one daughter left and his wife was late. We all rushed to his compound only to meet people already there mourning. We inquired and discovered that his daughter had committed suicide. _ “My own daughter! In a pool of her own blood ‘ he cried. ‘go in, go and see her’ he pushed us towards the entrance. I shivered not because of what I saw but, because of what I knew. Margret or Maggie as fondly called was a very beautiful girl and a smart one too. She was the first female to gain admission into the University in my village. She was studying Mathematics and topping her class. Every mother compared their daughters to her. In her final year, she came home pregnant claiming to be raped. See, we knew she was saying the truth because we all knew Maggie was decent to a fault but, we were just to happy to find a fault in the ‘very perfect Maggie ‘. We mocked her at every opportunity we had. We gossiped about her like our lives depended on it…we taunted her as she walked along the streets… Ignored the little drop of tears that fell from her eyes as we mocked on. We didn’t even pause to think about the fact that she had her own battles, that she had a ruined education to savage, that she had a lonely old man at home to make proud, that she could have aborted if she liked, that her decision to keep a bastard was right. We forgot that God made us to be there for each other… to support, to be less judgemental ,to be the salt of the earth… to make situations better. Now she has taken her life but I know just like every single person there that she was not lying in a pool of her own blood because her blood was on our heads but, she was lying dead_ in the pool of our hurtful words. Don’t forget to leave your comments 🖤🖤🖤 I love to hear what you think… Your experiences if you have any. P. s Be nice… even if you can’t be with your actions, be with your words. Have a lovely day!