SACRIFICES WE MAKE FOR LOVE
As promised earlier, mum had driven me to the Febby’s church for the funeral service and then to the burial site. She left and agreed to pick me up after the burial process.
While at the grave yard, I couldn’t get closer to Febby because of the women that surrounded her. I watched at a reasonable distance and it made me feel awkward knowing that I had gone there just for her but I could not even pass my condolences to her in person. I watched with pity how her little siblings cried closer to her, obviously looking up to her as their guardian.
Febby never talked about any relatives apart from her mother. She had said her mother could not locate her relatives because the last she saw of any of them was back in the 1980s before she had chosen to marry her husband, Febby’s father. The young couple left chipata then and settled in the copperbelt where her late father had found a job in the mines. They never again went back to chipata because both their families did not consent of the marriage. Things were moving just fine till Febby’s father died about seven years ago during an accident in the mine leaving his pregnant wife and five children. Febby’s Mother took it up from there and after she gave birth to her last born chimwemwe (now six years of age), she started a salaula business with the money her husband had left behind. She was determined to educate all her Six children and see them successful in life but life always has different plans.
Now she was no more, her dream to see her children educated gone with her.
I prayed and hoped for a miracle for Febby and her sisters and brothers as I watched them weep in grief.
After the burial process, I called mum and she picked me up in a short while.
“What have you two been up to since Kay came back from CBU?” My father asked my mother when we got home.
“Nothing much Bashi Kay, I only escorted him to a friend’s funeral.” My mother responded as she poured herself a cup of juice.
“Since when did Kay make friends?” He asked accusingly.
“A new friend from university dad.” I responded before mum could.
“Her mother.” I blurted out without a second thought.
“Oh, your friend is a she?” My father raised his eye brows.
“Yes dad.” I lowered my face.
“And your mother knows her too?”
“Yes…no” I stammered
“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked me.
“Well what he means is, I didn’t know about her until today.” Mum quickly deputised for me.
“I wanted to tell you dad but looking at your busy schedules, I didn’t want to disturb you” I defended myself. “Therewithal, she is nothing but a mate in Varsity.
“Today is Sunday, I don’t work on Sundays. I would have been more than happy to drive you. Why then are you distancing yourself from me?”
“What do you mean dad?”
“You did not want me to come with your mother to pick you up from CBU and you two took forever to reach home and now you ask her to drive you to a friend’s funeral. Is there anything am missing here?”
“Bashi Kay, we have just come back please. Allow the baby to rest and you can interrogate him later. But I can assure you, you are just being paranoid.” She said while shooing me off with her left hand.
“Why don’t you act like a caring father and ask him how he is getting on with university life?”
I heard my mother ask dad as I left them alone. I wanted to hear his response but I chose not to, eavesdropping in the house was one of the manners my father had emphasized on to be more than bad and I couldn’t imagine the reaction if they caught me in the act. I therefore went in my bedroom to rest and think about my poor Febby.
‘Sugar, I failed to come near you at the burial because of the many people surrounding you. But believe that I am more closer to you since I am right in your heart. Please update me on whatever will be discussed afterwards. I am here for you. Love you. ”
I waited for a reply up to 8pm but nothing. I guessed she didn’t have credit and I sent for her and waited but still nothing. I was dead worried. If I wasn’t at my parents house, I was going to see her right at that hour. But I chose to wait till morning.
After having a meal with my parents, I had a warm shower and the lay down to sleep. I lay with my eyes staring at the ceiling my mind full of Febby. What if she decided she didn’t want me anymore? But why wouldn’t she want me when I have never wronged her? What will happen to her education now that her mother is gone? Being the eldest will she have to continue her mother’s business in order to support her siblings?
I couldn’t imagine my Febby selling salaula, how painful a thought.
Life was so unfair, here I was coming from a very capable family and on busary even when my parents could afford to pay for more than five people at once. whereas Febby had nothing in her life apart from her smart brains, five brothers and sisters to look after and a very small house which I wasn’t sure belonged to them. I had both my parents to support me but her only surviving parent was taken now. What next?
I questioned myself but I couldn’t find the answers.
The following morning I desired to go and see Febby but mum advised I waited till more people dispersed from the house. I followed her words and stayed back but I still hadn’t heard from her. On Tuesday, I decided to call her.
“Morning sugar.” I sighed from relief after she picked up my call.
“Morning” she responded in a very sad voice.
“Did you get my text?”
“Yes I did thanks for the TT even. Can I get back to you later?”
“Sure. But before I go, when can I see you?”
“I will inform you.” She flatly said.
“OK love you sugar.”
“Love you too.”