He coughed so hard he nearly fell over. By the time he got his balance back, he bent over, back arched and his palms pressing violently on his upper thighs for support. He shook his head, as if in dismay. He was exhausted. He was tired of the medication and was even more exhausted by the pity he faced everywhere he went.
The wind blew again with a vengeance and Oluoch rocked back and forth looking straight down, he was calculating. “How long will it take to get there?” he thought. He slowly lifted himself up, he rocked more violently then a burning sensation began to rise in his chest. He coughed violently, his body shook and his stomach broke free of its contents. He purged so hard, he began to wail. He was in so much pain, he didn’t care how he looked now.
He whispered out something with his mouth in a huge pout and saliva gushing out uncontrollably. He gasped to breathe and tears streamed down his eyes. His skin was pale, scaly and drooping, his eyes were bulging out of their sockets, scarlet red, weary and questioning. He let out a loud cry and the wind, in sync with his voice gushed in and carried his voice. He fell forward, flat faced on the grass. He mumbled, tears, saliva and snot flowing freely with the rich soil, grass was poking his nostrils and in his mumbling also chewed off some grass.
Oluoch was lost, he was so weak, he did not have the energy to pull himself a metre away from the edge of the cliff. He passed out.
He was woken at dusk by something tugging his limp body. He had no energy at all. The tugging stopped and whatever was tugging began to steadily crawl on his back. A wet cold drop landed on his left cheek, now facing upwards with the other half of his face still plastered on the ground. Something made its way into his ear, it was cold and wet. Oluoch didn’t care, he was tired. He felt something hot in his ear. He was in between consciousness and unconsciousness. The heat came to his ear again. Then he felt the vibrations of some medium weighted creature running towards his direction and abruptly stop. The weight on his back was lifted. He thought he was dying. He felt a sense of peace overcome him all of a sudden.
The tugging resumed this time more forceful. Then he heard something he hadn’t heard in a long while. “Daddy! Daddy! Are you OK?” It was a woman’s voice, it sounded distant, yet close, it felt like an echo is an empty hallway. He slipped out of consciousness again.