Chapter 130

The Ugu accident happened weeks before my birthday ( the one I had an almost near death experience with the maid's cellar room).

She asked to serve us for the last time( father must have told her of my request about changing tutors), and I being the kid I was then, I agreed without a second thought.

 I should have have thought on her odd request ( she asked to serve only I and Kwofo), but I thought it was her way of holding out an olive branch to Kwofo, since she've not for once requested for his presence whenever she's around( he comes for my tutoring session just so he can keep me company).

The Ugu soup was the sweetest I've had; nor would ever have( I won't eat the soup even on gun point).

We ate and had a nice time with her; the day was the only time she smiled at me.

Basking in her smiles and looks, we ate the entire content of food in the plate; not asking on why she wasn't eating.

She gave us a fruit and requested we eat it after she's gone; her reason for that was so we can remember her as we eat the fruit she gave us.

Obliging her request, we didn't eat the said fruit until she must have reached home( we wanted to really honor her wishes).

The dam broke moments after we've devoured the delicious fruit; we first started to vomit, followed by constant stooling( I lived in the toilet for two days until a royal physician was called).

The stooling and vomiting lasted for a week even with the medications given to us by the physician ( Kwofo would have healed the both of us if he wasn't so weak. The constant stooling and vomiting left us weak for weeks( the words really ryhmed).

Normally, we were vomiting and stooling out the foods we devoured, but after the first week, we both started vomiting and stooling blood.

Amidst all that was happening, we never thought back to how the problem actually started; we never thought on the fruit we ate before our stomach started rumbling ( the thunder would have been jealous of the sounds our stomach was making).

The advanced problem( stooling and vomiting of blood)made Father seek out the help of a renowned witch.

She was the one that told us of the origin of the strange sickness; a sickness that would have taken out life if care wasn't taken.

Even with the news of us being poisoned out, we refused to tell Father what we ate and who gave it to us( most of you might be thinking am covering up for Miss Madne, but am not. All am doing is avoiding a necessary evil. If she's caught, she might be beheaded, but if not caught, she will be a thorn on our side. Not telling them saves me from unnecessary headache).

Turns out the fruit she gave us was the stimulant of the poison she added to our soup.