Sweet Submission
A colored woman in a turban stood before me with bewilderment, she was holding a basin with a container filled with dark concoctions.
I immediately wiped my face off. “Who is she?” I asked the woman to dismiss her question.
“Hmm…based on your clothing, you’re a guest?” I nodded in affirmation. “Then, you’ve seen a game?”
“Do you mean the death game?”
“Yes, my child. And this one here is a casualty of that game.” She pulled the blanket to cover the girl’s body.
“Is there anything left of her?”
“Her heart, lungs, brain but not so much more she’ll soon be disposed of.”
Sikat na Kabanata