Weekly Contest - Best Diary Game | Burial ceremony of my grand ma
Thursday happened to be the burial ceremony of my grandma, and since it was during a workday, I had to take a day off from work to attend the burial. I took advantage of sleeping very well since I wasn’t going to work that day. After taking my bath, I had to step out with my kid sister to the fashion house to pick up her clothes.
The rain that morning was so heavy. For the first time, I regretted entering a tricycle because the wind was blowing the rain into the tricycle and wetting everyone inside. But thankfully, we got to the fashion house only to find out that the tailor had just started sewing the clothes. In this country, one of the worst mistakes you can make is to trust a tailor with your clothes—they will always disappoint you even if you give it to them a year before the event.
My sister was so angry; I’ve never seen her in that mood before. But I was happy about it because she’s no longer the last-born we used to know. After much begging, we had no choice but to wait until she finished sewing the clothes. That took another two hours before the tailor was through, despite our leaving the house late. So, time was really against us.
We left there and went to the jetty. We had to wait a while before the wooden boat filled up. I’ve always preferred using the river when going to my village because it is far shorter compared to traveling by road. But traveling by river has its rules. The military personnel there won’t allow you to enter the boat without a life vest.
A lot of boat mishaps have happened and have killed many people. To reduce the deaths, the local government chairman donated life vests for the passengers. The army checkpoint is there to ensure that people wear them. If you don’t like it, wear your own, but just don’t come through the boat without a life vest or else they will drill you.
The boat ride is always fun for me. As you can see, the government is trying to construct a bridge from that jetty down to my village. That’s the purpose of the dredger you see there. We got to the village and took a bike down to the church, but we didn’t make it in time. We even missed when they buried her in the ground.
We had to go straight to the reception ground. Each of the twelve children of my grandma had their own separate canopy where they could host their invited guests. I went straight to my own canopy to meet my dad. There was lots of food to eat accompanied by drinks.
(me and my dad)
(me, kid sis and my dad)
The major challenge was the villagers around. It looked as if they opened a gate for them to come and flood the occasion. The majority came with plates to beg for food, knowing fully well we were still expecting guests. In fact, once they saw any canopy serving food, they would gather there. It was really a challenge.
The hunger in the land is too much due to the hardship in the country, and people are really finding it hard to eat even once a day. At some point, a couple of them became violent, fighting each other. My big sister had to take the food and drinks back to the car to avoid any more issues.
In all, we give thanks to God for a successful occasion, and everyone went back successfully. But before going home, we took some pictures to end the day.
(my kid sis and my aunt)
(my senior sis and her husband with my aunt)
