Agony Of My Joy

Last night we had a little misunderstanding so we went a separate way with my brother, he is very persuasive when coming to matters of very important, he debates always fact, he believed too much on fact then theoretically.

Our argument was about the book title" revelation of heaven" by Martha who was shown heaven fits and decorated hell with groaning and wailing of dying souls. 

In the middle of our discussion I told him heaven and hell are facts, in his response he told me these are not facts because there is no practical part of it than what she has written. 

In the morning at exactly 7 am we wake up with cousins in the room I was in last night, we avoided each other because our argument almost burse into fight, he was left in our house to sleep in alone.... I knock severally at the door but he is not responding, I decided to force my way into the room. 

My eyes shock with pain of seeing him lying in unusual way he used to, there is firm in his mouth, he is not breathing anymore, I thought he is playing a frank on me, I take a stick which was stand next to my bed and hit him as usual when we play, hence he shown no response to the pain of hitting which ponder me, 

I kneeled to examine him, I couldn't hear him breathing not even and any sign of mobility, my eyes could not hold it anymore I burst into tears and wail at top of my voice with every strength left in my vein. 

That is how he left us, it is so earlier for him to visit heaven or hell as illustrated by Martha who was in heaven and hell as a tourist, I think my brother will comes back after his adventure... My father is a man who could not shed tears easily but this time he could not hold it, he cries like a woman whose her only child died.  

Our neighbour's daughter is a doctor, she inherent it from her parents who are retired medical doctors, I guess, they were created to serve humanity then themselves, comes running at necks breaking speed when she heard my father's voice, he was hard to be noticed when he is home because he hardly talks at top of his voice, this surprised everyone why this early morning. 

Our neighbour daughter used to read with me either in their room or mine and whenever we are exhausted we shift to anatomy of undress our dresses for visibility and keenly we study every aspect but dropped along the line of learning because There is a new young agriculturalist in our neighbourhood who attracted my heart. 

She confirms my brother death and recommend post mortuam, that is when I could see man breaking like glass, my father breaks into pieces, he loses the strength that was holding him, my mother and siblings are no more to be consoled, death has robbed us of persuasive ideas man. 

When post mortuam is being done by three nurse whom this young doctor call in for preparation, confirm some little pulsation on groin vein which they recommend electric circuits on my brother, that he pass of due to heart overload .... In fifteen minutes later he come to life... 

He kept asking what happened, why am I surrounded.. 

My dad whose heart shrinks and broken recollected his heart pieces and dust off the tears of pain, his heart rejoice again "Joy of my agony". I am left stranded and confused.