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I was sitting in a bus one certain time when I saw a mother struggling to pet her crying baby. She struggled and struggled but the baby wouldn't stop crying.
An elderly woman who was sitting beside her, began to play with the baby as well but the baby wouldn't stop crying.
She then stretched her hands and asked the mother to give her the child to carry.
When she collected the child, the child suddenly kept quiet. It happened instantly.
I turned behind to see what was happening and it was then that I caught the action.
I saw the elderly woman putting her finger in the mouth of the baby. She pulled out her finger but immediately. This happened in just two seconds. The mother of the child was focused on the road having been relieved that her baby was finally quiet.
Not long after the baby slept and the bus was quiet.
The mother turned to the woman.
"Wow. She has slept."
"Yes."
She chuckled.
"Babies know who pass them. They know experience when they see one."
The woman asked the mother.
"Is this your first child?"
"Yes. She is my first child."
"She is beautiful."
"Thank you ma."
The elderly woman told the conductor she was getting down at the next bus stop and gave the child to the mother carefully.
"Don't wake her up o. Be careful."
The mother collected the child and held, and wrapped the child nearly with the veil.
When it was time for the mother to drop, she came down from the bus and tried to tie the baby on her back but discovered the child wasn't moving. She tapped the baby just to make her open her eyes but the baby was lifeless. The mother shook the baby, and it was then that we realized the baby was dead.
The next suspect was the woman who carried the baby on the bus. I suspected her because of the finger I saw in the baby's mouth.
But we were already long gone from the park and no one knew who the woman was.
It is not everybody you give your child to carry. Not every stranger who smiles at your baby likes your baby. The hearts of many are black like charcoal, and would not waste time to bring you pain just because they want to take your joy away.
Protect your child.
Protect your child!
My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.
I was sitting in a bus one certain time when I saw a mother struggling to pet her crying baby. She struggled and struggled but the baby wouldn't stop crying.
An elderly woman who was sitting beside her, began to play with the baby as well but the baby wouldn't stop crying.
She then stretched her hands and asked the mother to give her the child to carry.
When she collected the child, the child suddenly kept quiet. It happened instantly.
I turned behind to see what was happening and it was then that I caught the action.
I saw the elderly woman putting her finger in the mouth of the baby. She pulled out her finger but immediately. This happened in just two seconds. The mother of the child was focused on the road having been relieved that her baby was finally quiet.
Not long after the baby slept and the bus was quiet.
The mother turned to the woman.
"Wow. She has slept."
"Yes."
She chuckled.
"Babies know who pass them. They know experience when they see one."
The woman asked the mother.
"Is this your first child?"
"Yes. She is my first child."
"She is beautiful."
"Thank you ma."
The elderly woman told the conductor she was getting down at the next bus stop and gave the child to the mother carefully.
"Don't wake her up o. Be careful."
The mother collected the child and held, and wrapped the child nearly with the veil.
When it was time for the mother to drop, she came down from the bus and tried to tie the baby on her back but discovered the child wasn't moving. She tapped the baby just to make her open her eyes but the baby was lifeless. The mother shook the baby, and it was then that we realized the baby was dead.
The next suspect was the woman who carried the baby on the bus. I suspected her because of the finger I saw in the baby's mouth.
But we were already long gone from the park and no one knew who the woman was.
It is not everybody you give your child to carry. Not every stranger who smiles at your baby likes your baby. The hearts of many are black like charcoal, and would not waste time to bring you pain just because they want to take your joy away.
Protect your child.
Protect your child!
My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.
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