"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss your bride" The pastor announced.The whole church went into a thunderous applause, myself included, grinning from ear to ear. I laughed even harder when 4 year old Feyisara tugged at my dress and went "EEEEWWWWW", as she watched the kiss. I picked her up and gave her a big hug before sending her back to her little bride duties. It had been exactly 4 years since all the craziness in my life happened. I went into a phase of semi depression, if we can call it that, after Mrs Anele died. I lost the zeal to do anything. Being a part of her organization, watching it grow and bring her fulfillment was all I had lived for. With her death, everything else died.
A chill ran through me as I listened to the sermon, I broke out in a cold sweat. Minutes ago all I felt was numbness and all of a sudden this cold chill accompanied by sweat. As I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulder, I felt the immediate urge to throw up, I really needed to get out of there. Sope kept looking at me trying to find out if I was okay. I managed to signal her to meet me outside as I got up and rushed out of the church. I was fortunate enough to make it outside to a gutter close to the entrance and doubled over remitting everything in my gut into it. I burst into tears again.