A woman died in my village recently. She was in her seventies. Her last days had been painful, thanks to diabetes, which had taken a toll on her, leading to the amputation of one of her legs with the other leg set to suffer the same fate. The rest of her body was weak and in great pain. When she breathed her last, everyone in the village sighed in relief. “Let her rest,” they said, “She has been through so much pain.” “Let her rest,” I joined the bandwagon.
Published in September 2016
