This is the final part in the series recording the true and tragic account of two children who suffered rape and other forms of abuse in their homes and communities, which was started in The Sunday Gleaner.
In submitting the piece the writer, Farina, and Jamaican Sisters, expressed hope that it will inspire and compel Jamaicans to advocate on behalf the children who are caught in the web of abuse, neglect, crime and violence.
Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.
Farina and Jamaican Sisters, Contributor
"Wooii! Jesus! Nick! Mi feel bad! Mi a beg yuh, do someting! Call somebady!" Naomi screamed again. Nick checked on her, and found that the settee was totally soaked with blood! Terrified, he ran out in the dark and rain shouting. "Help! Mi sista a bleed! Help! She a guh dead!"
The only response was the occasional flash of lightning, followed by deafening thunder amid the dark downpour. On his way back, he collided with a handcart that had drifted on to the road from somewhere. Nick quickly grabbed his school bag that had Shorty's gun in it, put Naomi on the handcart, and covered her with the tarpaulin, which he tore off from a part of the roof. He started pushing the cart towards the nearby Broughton General Hospital, shouting "Somebady! Anybady! Help!"
Naomi continued to bleed heavily. The pain in her belly bottom became unbearable.
"Jesus!" she screamed one last time, and suddenly Nick heard a faint cry of the newborn baby under the tarpaulin! "Is a baby she ave! Rhaatid! Mi tink a jus fat she did fat!"
Fortunately, a police patrol car found them, but unfortunately it was too late when they reached the Broughton General Hospital. Although the doctors resuscitated the baby boy, they could not save Naomi. She succumbed to the massive bleeding, compounded by a nasty perineal tear.
"Drink this warm tea, little boy, the doctor will soon come and talk to you!" said the nurse to Nick.
"Wi fi call de baby Jesus! Naomi call Jesus name nun-stap tonite!" Nick, not knowing of his cousin's tragic death, made a light remark.
"Let me find a place to dry your bag! It is dripping with water!" The kind nurse tried to take the school bag that Nick had on his back. Startled, Nick tried to grab the bag back from the nurse.
That was when all hell broke loose! The gun slipped out of the bag and fell to the ground making a loud sound!
"De bwoy ave a gun!" "Gunman!" "Help!" Frightened people screamed and scattered! Just as Nick reached forward, picked up the gun from the ground and turned around, he saw sparks of lights coming from the security post. "Bang! Bang!" Several shots were fired, one of which shattered Nick's skull! Blood mixed with brain matter splashed over the shiny clean floor of the Emergency Room! The last words that escaped his mouth were "Madda Mary!"
Writer: So, I am taking back Naomi and Nick with me! I am taking them to their real father's home! There, they will enjoy 'the gift' of everlasting love and will suffer no more abuse.
Children are gifts from God to this world, delivered through their parents. Since these children were rejected and discarded by the ungrateful, I am returning them to their rightful owner. I am sure that the merciful God will forgive them. But will you be able to forgive yourselves for what you did to them? For what you did not do for them? For the atrocities that you allowed to happen to them?
On my way out, I saw Nick's mother, Mary Brown, carrying the infant, Naomi's little 'Jesus!'
"Sorry, Jesus! I could not save your mother! Sorry, Mary! I could not save your son!" I said softly.