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Spiritualonyx:
Before I could even get the chance to ask Sandra what she'd meant by those words, she'd long let go of her grip on me and in seconds, transitioned into what we've always known her to be (a mad woman).
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I got home that day completely spent.

Besides the fact that the little I'd managed to gather (in arms) at the market was barely enough to feed one person, Sandra's words kept ringing in my ears.

I didn't know what to make of it.

"Was she just in her usual mad woman mode? Maybe she was just being dramatic and none of those words really mean anything." I thought to myself.

But she'd touched a lot of sensitive spots in my personal life; points that just couldn't have been sheer coincidence.
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For some reason, I couldn't discuss Sandra with my husband or anyone for that matter.

I mean, how do I tell them that the mad woman they've known all their lives told me something that was worth pondering over?
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For the weeks that followed, I barely slept at night. I was usually awake, wondering; trying to figure out what Sandra could have been trying to tell me.

I barely went the whole day without Sandra's words ringing in my ears (literally).

“I weep for you Juliet! Indeed, you have really suffered. The heart man is terrible but you had to have been a fool not to have seen this coming. You are a fool to have assumed that everyone can be as pure as you at heart. Only if you knew! Only if you knew that the root of your problem has been staring you right in the face; every second by the minute of every hour, for the past eleven years. Only if you knew! Get rid of it and you’ll be shocked how much goodness you and your husband will experience in such a short period of time”.

These words almost ran me mad.

I almost went nuts, trying to decipher it.
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At first, I tried to interpret Sandra's words in a "literal" term but those words led me to a part I knew couldn't have been right.

I narrowed it to a couple of options and seated at the top of it was John, my beloved husband.
So you see why I couldn't have believed that Sandra spat those words with no special coding to it?
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A whole year passed and as expected, our situation worsened.

The one room apartment that John inherited at his family house now seemed too big for us because of how empty it had became.

We obviously had no properties to our name and we barely even had three pairs of clothes, each.

We'd sold the ones that we could while others had worn out, leaving us with what everyone now referred to as "wash and wear".
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I woke up this particular day feeling uneasy. I felt sick and knew that I needed to treat myself early, else I risk breaking down. Since we couldn't afford proper medication, I decided that I was going to pluck some leaves and hopefully, concoct something out of it.

I dressed up and set out.

I reached for our gate and threw it open but the moment I made to turn back around after I'd short it close, rains of lashes began to fall on me.

Whip from all angles landed on me, sending unimaginable pain through my entire body.

This person was lashing at me so mercilessly, you'd have assumed that I'd stolen something very important.
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I managed to look up; at least to see the face of my attacker and to my horror, it was Sandra.
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Sandra was flogging me with all her might and the scorn she had on her facial expression was one I couldn't understand.

But I couldn't wait to ask.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry, yet Sandra wouldn't let me be.

She ran after me.

For fear; shock and irrational thinking, I ran passed my house

Sandra continued in her chase.

I ran as fast as my legs could go (which was not far by the way) before I tripped over, giving Sandra a perfect opportunity to finish what she'd started.
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And No! None of these was a dream.

To be continued...