They say if your tears stream down from your left eye first you are truly sad.
The type of sadness She felt wasn't vague, it felt like being stung by the insect called 'skirt and blouse' and having it's poisonous liquid spilled across your face.
Never had she felt bitter so how does she know what bitterness is? this happened to be the worst She had felt in her whole existence, pain far from physical, just looming around her inner being, hitting the walls of her soul and grasping hard at her heart. Razor sharp pain causing trauma.
How can one hurt even more within being injured physically, makes you wonder how mysterious this life we live is.
With bouts of tears waiting to be pushed out through those tear ducts. Her soul bled into her body. She screamed and cried from the depths of her heart, with her whole being. Tears. Tears of agony.
All she had worked for vanished within a few seconds. Thrown into the abyss like they never existed. Like she never slaved. There was no turning back. No going back. That was it.
"How do you heal from that?" Someone shouted in the audience. "Shh" Ihejirika said. Let me finish.
Ihejirika was a well known senior citizen. 75 years of age, one of the few dark skinned, blue eyed men! No! Not that type of blue! Borderline black blue. He had curly silver hair. Indeed a sight for sore eyes, almost godly. Perched on his nostrils were thick rectangular reading glasses which looked like they never ever came off! With a slight hunch to his posture, he sat amidst the hundreds of people eagerly waiting on him to continue his story.
To be continued...
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