Couldn't she have waited?
Was the cruelty and oppression of the society drowning her flourishment?
Was the environment making a mockery of her status?
Little Abigail modifying her lifestyle for the worse claimed qualities that were never her attributions.
She couldn't stand the mockery and gossips of her persistent begging and sufferings.
The community agitated this!
As I stared at the letter in my hands, tears rolled down my cheeks.
Pragmatically, this will never be a story to share.
Life wasted on prostitution!
Died of a disease my soul forbids to share!
As my eyes scanned through the phrase,"Worms all over her vagina as we found her lying on her bed...".
I bitterly poured more blames on the community.
"Her body was buried immediately out of Shame of letting the society get to hear this and since her identity was unknown. All callers turned disclaimers and never called back on hearing of her death not even the abomination..."
Young Abigail is gone and her family in the village are unaware.
Who will break this news to them?
Who will relate such taboo?
As for me and my vocal cords, they will stay bottled!