The wailing continued.
"Vicky! Oh Vicky! Why you? Why now?"
More and more villagers joined in the mourning of this respectful young girl.
But some elders and other villagers rushed into the house in silence. The village chief was among those who rushed into the room to check on Vicky.
Among those who had just arrived on the outside were three school girls, two being classmates with Vicky.
One lady rushed to them and, though unceremoniously, said in the midst of crying;
"It is your friend. It is Victoria! She is dead! Victoria is dead!" and she started wailing again.
"What!!" The girls shouted, looking at each other in shock then suddenly burst out wailing too.
They cried and fell on the grass rolling as the pain and shock was too much. They could not bring themselves to accept that one of them, just a young one like them, was simply no more!
Had they not walked home with her just a few hours ago and she was just healthy?
What happened?
No! No!