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BOOM! BOOM! Like a scene on a movie screen, it all happened so fast! She was returning to the taxi when the gang violence erupted like wildfire. Like a marching band on a holiday parade, gunshots tore through the streets searching for victims within the vicinity. It was too late when she locked eyes with me and understood those sounds were not fireworks. Like birds flying in the sky, gunshots tore through every layer of skin on one of the chests and pierced her shoulder. If only she hadn’t returned to the marketplace to get the coconut milk, we would’ve been well on our way home. Even with my shirt wrapped around her upper abdomen and my hand pressed against her shoulders, I couldn’t stop the bleeding as we rushed to the hospital. Like a fountain of blood, she bled, bled, and bled until there was no longer life pumping through her veins. To think we were going out for a quick errand. If we knew this downward trend of events we would’ve stayed home.

Are we cursed? Are we the only ones that are ungodly? First, it was the destruction of our produce, economy, our army, and our future. Then, the series of natural disasters such as earthquakes, hurricanes, and flooding ruptured the lives, homes, and hearts of the country. The political unrest and chaos continue to pile the dead bodies of civilians in the street. The same weapons that are used to protect nations are being used to seize the lives of innocent civilians. O God, what have we done to deserve this level of suffering? Every time we try to take a step forward we’re pushed ten steps backwards.

“There is nothing you could’ve done to prevent this,” said Dr. James.

He was doing his daily check-ins again. I would hear stories of loved ones losing family members to gang violence in the media, I never expected something like this to happen Ayiti. The media can only capture a fraction of the story the heartache I’m feeling right now. It’s been three days since the incident yet I still couldn’t imagine that my Ayiti would be taken away from me so soon. Holding her hands while she lay unconscious of the life she had left behind was the only thing I could do in this hospital room for the past three days.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to take her to the marketplace if I knew it would’ve resulted in her being in a coma. Not know if she’ll eventually wake up or whether she'll suffer from any long-term problems? My, Ayiti, would be here today!”

“Don’t blame yourself, Mr. Cheri,” he said.

“I blame those low-life criminals that are destroying everything in their way doctor! The organization that continues to funnel their weapons! The gang leaders who disguise themselves as our friends while destabilizing our country! Foreign intervention has orchestrated this parasitic system that had armed civilians, leading to drug trafficking, kidnappings, extortion, and the killing of my wife! I blame them!”

“I understand your frustration Mr. Cheri but your wife needs you to be strong at this moment. It may take some time but she will eventually wake up Mr. Cheri” he responded.

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