11 - Omega

I was only ten, it was a normal weekend. Just a saturday, towards the evening. I'm sure i'd spent my time darwing or reading. I recall my Mum in the corridor cleaning. Dad and sister had just got back from the foodshop with a few bags full of fruit, a pan and a new wok. They were laughing as my dad took his shoes off, then BOOM, daddy collapsed : Quit acting a fool Pop ! Why is he not moving? Why has he stopped? What is he doing? Come on Pops, you've got to get up ! My Mums roled him over : Dad was foaming at the mouth, my sister phoned the ambulance as i ran up out the house. I gave a YELL... filled with rage and pain as well... My fingers were aching from ringing on my neighbour's bells. But no one came when I called or prayed for help.,That's why I hate God, hate my neighbors, hate myself, hate the ambulance and the lousy fools inside. How can you revive a human life if you take two hours to arrive? February 95… I recollect : The very first fucking time that I met with Death... /... I was very deep in love with a queen... A fiend... I wanted to stay stuck in a dream. We'd make love on repeat, spend our days under the sheet
and never leave the bed unless we'd make something to eat. Sweet - Not a single fight. It all seemed alright, until our first evening beef occured and made us feel uptight. We screamed, cried, didn't sleep all night. Next morning, shawty was coughing up blood and bleeding from her mosquito bites. HURRY - We made our way to the doc, he made her take a blood test - the results gave him a shock. "Go straight to the hospital" He gazed at the clock... "Only they can save her now and say what she's got." Off we went to the Oncology-section, trying to focus. Her arm had swollen so bad. The sight was attrocious. When we got the diagnosis, we both cried an ocean : LEUKEMIA... I found it hard to hide my emotions. I told her « Trust my devotion. The fight for your life's in motion. We're both frightened, but with hope, I know that we can find the potion. If we're strong, our Love will last long... » Every day, I put plastic gloves and masks on... Her room was a prison. Body sickened by the food, in addition to the chemo, transfusions and tone of tubes in her system. I witnessed her shrivel and lose her hair, get too weak to speak or move her legs and two feet, she had to use a chair. But she left no room to fear and never gave in to dispair. Today this crazy episode feels like an ancient souvenir. We made it through the years, smelling roses everyday. We'll never know when Death will be back to take our breath away / "You're dying little by little…" / Y'all treat Life like an alcoholic whore at the bar to scoop up. Y'all abuse her and go through the Kama Sutra. karma's a puta, the coolest, calmest cougar who can see through every one of your smart manoeuvers. She can read the cards that you've got, have you tossed from a moving car or roof top. Pray to Jesus, Allah, Bouddha : may God give you luck ! Death is round the corner, it ain't hard to screw up. All turn to dust, yet some of these fools trust they'll live until 100 with a wonderful future. I've watched youngens go... some didn't do much. One kid got his skull crushed under a school bus. « It's not fair... » That's what they said, but Death don't care. One minute you're here…Next you’re in our prayer. Play this at my funeral : It's kinda suitable. Take off your ties and suits, spare me your « Goodbyes » and « Toodaloos ». Time is moving... It's time to remind a few of you : You next in line... Quit treating life like a Rubik's cube. and let me die... Enjoy the sunshine, you stupid fools ! I envy y'all… Remember y'all : LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL !