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Too Late Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by penjoka, Cameroon Dec 10, 2001
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Boyfriend: Father, this is Fonyuy. She's dead following what I told you people. Where is here mother? The elders have sent us to come and bury her here, where her mother is living.

Husband: What? It can’t be in my compound? I think you people are crazy. (The mother is coming from the farm and the husband says to her) Hey, come and see the shame you've brought on me. This is not my child and now they say they want to bury her here. I don't want anybody to be buried here. Go and bury her in her father's compound.

Boyfriend : (He tells his friends) Boys, let's go and put the corpse where the elders told us. It's their father's house. Let’s leave this place. I'm afraid.

Mother: My son, are you people going back? You cannot go. If you want to go back, bring my daughter back to life. I don't know you.

Boyfriend: Madam, we've done our best and I don't think we can do anything anymore. She's now lying in your house. Guys let's go.

Mother: Please, my neighbours, come and help me clean the compound. I want to go and call the people in my compound to come and help us bury our daughter.

Neighbours: What? Why is it that the elders in your husband’s compound are not doing anything about it? Do you want us to disgrace ourselves. People, let's leave her alone there.

Mother: Please, please help me. I don't have anybody again. My husband is dead, my daughter is dead and my only son has refused to come for the burial of his only sister because of my behaviour, because of the way I treated him when he was still here in the village. If I had known I would have taken good care of him too. I will think I will commit suicide because there is nothing on earth that interests me anymore. I'm dying.

(A pastor is passing by)

Pastor: Woman, what is your problem? Killing yourself will not solve your problem with God. Tell me what happened?

Mother: Pastor, I have a confession to make. Pastor, I was a bad woman to my children, I aborted my daughter's pregnancy of 3 months. I was bringing her up in a very bad way Pastor. When my husband died, I went and married a man in the same neighbourhood and forgot all about my children, Pastor. One is in Yaounde. He has refused to come home because of my behaviour. I want to see him, Pastor.

Pastor: Do you know where he lives in Yaounde so that we can go and see him tomorrow ? You have to apologize to him and beg for his forgiveness.

Berinyuy: Yes Pastor, I will do so when we reach Yaounde. We'll leave tomorrow, Pastor.

Pastor: Ok, I'll wait for you in the station. Good night.

(The next day)

Berinyuy: Good morning Pastor. Can we go now.

Pastor: Yes I am ready, let's go.

(They arrive Yaounde and start asking anybody they meet in the street about Njodzeka. At last, they ask this boy.)

Berinyuy: Good afternoon my son, what is your name? Please, we are looking for one boy called Njodzeka. He entered the University about four years ago.

The boy: Good afternoon Madam. My name is Konglim. I heard that name you’re talking of last week. It was said that the boy would be travelling to London. So I don't know whether he's still here or not. I don't even know him. I can direct you to someone who knows where he lives.

Beriyuy: Please my son, where is the place?

Konglim: Ask this boy coming up. I have to go because I have to attend a class. Please, Berni, show them the room of that guy whom they said was to travel to London.

Berni: I'm sorry, he left last night. One of my friends went to see him off. He said they had already left.

Berinyuy: Oh Pastor, what can I do now?

Pastor: Woman, you will have to be prayerful. Let us go back to the village.

(On their way back home, they have an accident and she looses one leg. They are now in the village.)

Berinyuy: Pastor, thank you very much. Although, I have lost one leg and I know my son has not forgiven me yet, I will go and meet my husband.

Pastor: Woman, don't go there again. You should remain in your house even if you are there alone. God will show you the way.

Berinyuy: Thank you Pastor. I will.






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