Never ever part 1.
Never ever. Part 1
We left that morning with two loafs of sliced bread, two litres of
water and a liter of juice, we hoped on catching large scales of fishes
for a sizable profit. I have the habit of allowing my 9yrs old son in
our company, after all, we belong to a family of fishermen, i began
fishing at the age of 7yrs with Dad and sometimes grand pa who
particularly taught me how to make the best fishing net.
My wife
didn’t want Clinton to come with me, she wanted him to help her in some
domestic work but my little boy find pleasure in fishing than in any
other thing. Anyway i made her allow him to join me. We picked up Tim
my younger brother and Edward our cousin at the junction and the four
of us headed down south to the river. It was 6.45am Saturday morning.
We
arrived at the river on time, it was calm and breezy so we quickly
fixed my Pirogue and entered the Gulf but after couple of hours sailing
and what suppose to be our best fishing day, we experienced engine
failure and to make it worst, rain began pouring on us, it was so heavy
and there was no help nearby, no sight of any passing boat, i hurdled
Clinton under the tiny piece of tarpaulin we had on board.
All this
water around us and no help , no way to communicate with anyone because
our cell phone batteries were dead though i believed that help will
come our way, it was a busy water so we just kept floating. The time
now 4pm. Our bread and water had gone, i knew that everybody was
worried, Tim just wedded his wife and she is eight months pregnant.
I
realized the danger facing us when i looked at my wrist watch and to my
greatest shock, the time was 11: 27pm, does day pass this fast i asked
myself? How can we pass through the night? A million thoughts filled my
head instantly then i began to pray. I prayed all the prayers i knew in
10minutes and even spoke in tongues so that God will hear me speedily
and send us help. I then encouraged everyone to join me in chorus so we
all began to sing to God.
The night fell on us like magic and
honestly, i am still wondering as you are reading, how we passed
through the night because when i took my touch, checked my wrist watch
and the time was 5;45am. I became confused.I looked at the sky above
and watched Clinton dry his tears, i wanted to embrace him, i knew that
he was hungry and worried, i saw his innocent face and as his eyes
caught mine, he smiled and simply nod at me then i stretched my hand
and held him by the shoulder. He was shivering having been exposed to
the cold of the night.
Tim then broke the silence...
“Maybe we will all die here” he said
“No Tim” Edward responded
Then Clinton looked at me and simply said.
“Daddy, i love you”
I
nodded my head in response and gave him a smile but my heart was
broken, i had no words to express my love for him, how can i tell him
that i love him too. I can’t even save him from the danger that is
facing us so what is the need to love him if i can’t save him? There
was no food and nothing to hold on with though i managed to catch some
fish and we roasted them in the basin we had, we tore the cardboard we
had and light them with matches to make fire.
I looked at my wrist watch once again and it was exactly 2pm then i bowed down my head and silently spoke to God in my heart.
“Father
save us, send us help o Lord. I refuse to accept that we will die here,
no Lord! No! Help us father, save us for the sake of Clinton and
Julie’s unborn, Tim is worried but he counts on you as much as i do,
Lord help us in Jesus name. Amen.”
It seems that God himself was
not even paying attention to us, perhaps he is sleeping because i
watched my son fall into the river.
To be continued...