It was a very cold morning in the mountains of Burkesville
that a young girl gave birth to a very beautiful baby girl. She was alone,
scared but very brave. It was around 2am when she first felt labour pains. She quietly
crawled away from her half dead sister, mother and father who were sleeping in
the house. She made her way to the bushy mountain where alone she opened a door
to a new life on earth.
Her pregnancy was a secret not even her sister noticed any
change in her body. She was a well-built young girl; therefore it made it difficult
for people to notice. She found out she was pregnant six months ago. She made a
vow to herself that no one had to know. Towards finishing her matric, she was
the family’s favourite child, pastor’s daughter and the school head girl. She could
not trade any of those for anything. A child would mess her future. She tried
several abortions but all of them failed. She lived life normal and was very
good in keeping secrets. She made sure
that every day she does not share the bathroom with her sister. She would
either wake up very early or leave late. She was a very brave girl, but most of
all she was very intelligent. Since grade one she always came first in class. Last
year she made it into the top ten best in the province. She was given a
scholarship to go and study a degree of her choice in any University. She was
the school’s favourite head girl and she had lots of friends however none of
them knew of her secret.
But that night she was alone. She quickly wrapped the baby
in a towel which she had brought along. She walked far away from the birthplace;
her plan was to dump the baby. There had never been such pain, guilty and
sorrow in her heart. She looked at the innocent soul, it was beautiful. She cried.
She apologised and said she hoped she understood. She had walked for another
hour when suddenly she saw some light from a distance. It was a home. Without thinking
much, she said rather I leave you to die let me give you a chance to live. The baby
did not cry, as if it knew its fate. She left the child by the door and ran
away never to look back or come again.
An old lady opened the door to find an innocent soul waiting
for her. She cried, took the baby, washed her and gave her a name. She called
her Ruth.
Chapter 9 to follow #keep reading
written by Hawulethu Patrice Dube
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