Chapter Eleven: The Burial Day.

 "The word 'burial' alone sends shivers down my veins. 

It's called the hardest day of one's life for a reason, and the day finally arrived.

It was 11:00 in the morning, and the burial ceremony began. 

Everyone had already arrived, and food and drinks were ready. 

In my African culture, many people attend burials mainly for the food.

However, to give my late mom a dignified burial, they had to ensure the event was well-organized and properly celebrated.

At 11:30, the master of ceremonies took the center stage in front of the entire family and the attendees (including close relatives, friends, and people from the community). 

He welcomed everyone and then proceeded with the first activity of the day, which was to talk about the reason why everyone had gathered. 

He elaborated on the purpose of the burial and expressed condolences to the family, mourning our loss.

Next, he invited each member of the family to share what they loved about my mom and what they had learned from her. 

My dad, grandparents, and everyone related to the family spoke and expressed the pain they felt in losing such an angel in such a short time.

Surprisingly, my little brother and I knew nothing about the significance of the event. 

We just thought it was a party, and all we wanted was to enjoy the food."

Chapter Twelve: The Closing Of The Burial. She Was Gone For Good.