Published on September 5th, 2007 | by tdnimz7S0
The drums throbbed in the distance. Phoebe was dead. Mother of 3 young children. Teacher pursuing further education. But her life had ended.
Her repeated headaches were being treated by malaria medicine. In fact, high blood pressure led to her death. And so the drums were beating.
Her husband had thrown her out of the house a few days before her death. He draped dried corn stalks on the fence, giving a social and spiritual signal of rejection.
And the stress had killed her.
Visiting the family, we realized again why we are here. The drums continued. Occasionally they changed to church percussion and hymns……then back to traditional drums.
Thanks for helping us help people like these. God bless.
Ken & Marge MacGowan