BUINDA ERIC NGALAK the poor kid who grow up out of home and work hard
Author: BUINDA_ERIC© WebNovel
before the age of 10 in the village it wasn't that easy with my parents
some short stories on the life of BEN at Nkot-GAM village NWA subdivision in North west region of Cameroon.
If you think money cannot buy happiness then you are wrong because for some people, who are in need , it certainly can. I saw a family of a Nformi Alfred Rinda travelling in bus i was travelling in. His daughter was sitting on his wife's lap and he was holding his son. It was month of June and climate was as sunny as it could be on Nkot to Ndu road. They were sitting on sun side, they didn't had much options with them. They managed to block sunrays with an old newspaper and a piece of cloth he had. But worst part they didn't had water bottle.
I noticed it from the moment they entered the bus and they somehow had managed these four hours till now. Buses on this routes usually have a resting time of 30 minutes but to their haplessness this was a horrible trevelers, a very long route bus, it had its first stop at Ntamroh. So no rest for another 2 hours.
consequently the little one started crying. he was crying for water and her elder sister who was not more then 5 years old was just trying to compromise with her fate. Velma must have had spent all or most of his money on travel. Father tried to borrow water bottle from fellow passengers. But water in travel in long route buses is a scrace commodity specially in summers and Ndu is not a division hereby the rich share water with poor dirty kid. But somehow he manged to get a bottle from beneath a seat, with only tenth of a litre left in it. Someone must have dropped it, and luckily no one argues with a poor Nkot man in long route buses.
He gave it to the child and with that the composure the girl was maintaining shuttered. She started crying as well. She must have thought that crying gets you water somehow. But since she was a girl she got a slap instead. Her mother took hold of her hairs and shook her head, there were tears in her eyes while doing that. Girl started yelling something while she was crying but soon she stopped as if she had accepted her fate. Girls here are taught to understand the situation. If she had not yielded someone must had but she did first.
You all must be judging me here, but i here had to be strong. it was not easy to watch her but i had just fifteenth of a litre left. So an hour passed and an hour remained. Every time someone raised a bottle girl fixed her eyes on the bottle. Every one ignored her. It was merciless. and now since the boy was calm she was alone in her despair. Its very brutal to face a problem all alone. Wish I could get into her mind to know what she was thinking.
finally, at Ndimtoh when bus stopped, first thing they did was to find water. I followed them. Father took water in his palms and gestured it like praying to the lord then he washed his sons face, meanwhile girl on other tap was busy in drinking and her mother was holding hairs for her.
I never drank that fifteenth of a litre, brought it to my hostel and left it in balcony. whenever I got depressed or sad it reminded me of the fact that there is an end to a crises and happiness it brings with it.