Hornick speculated that a kapo must have known the train carrying mothers and children who were useless to the Japanese workforce would eventually be sent to the death chambers. Because of this, “he must have looked in that coach and thought, well perhaps I’ll try to save a couple,” as the saying goes.
Contd…“Heat.” Mrs. Otim begins her dictation. I scramble into my bag, looking for my pen. It was somewhere around. I cannot find it. Good Lord! Lord have mercy! Mrs. Otim is already 3 lines into her note and I am not writing. Lord, do not let her see me yet. Lord!
If I bare the terrifying pain in my soul, help me in only one way —be petrified by me. I don’t need pity. Pity can be bottled and saved for tomorrow. Mama should not have praised me the way she did, calling me bold, beautiful and blessed.
by Ejiro Onojaife John’s voice was what lulled me to sleep almost every day. He never stopped sounding husky like the first time he mistakenly dialed my phone number. “Good morning doctor.” he had said in remorse that day I answered his unsuspecting call. “Sorry I could not make it to the hospital as planned.”