Hanging it up

The notes precise and constant. Each delivery sparked another and another as nature’s troubadours pleaded with the dreaming world to awaken.

As the birdsong continued, the sunlight tore through the slotted void between the curtain and window. It festooned and warmed the cheek of the tiny human who lay asleep. A serene voice said, “wake up it’s time for school.”

My eyes opened slowly while my mother shook me gently. The waiting world sparked a tsunami of excitement within me as I slowly rose in anticipation of commencing my scholastic adventure.

Editor's Comment
Stop the children killing madness!

The incident comes on the heels of a similar one where a father murdered his two toddlers in Francistown. As we grapple with the shock and sorrow of this loss, it is essential to address the underlying issues that led to such a horrific outcome.Our hearts go out to the innocent victims, the three boys aged 13, 10, and eight who lost their lives in circumstances that defy comprehension. Their deep cuts and untimely demise have left a scar on the...

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