Fanga Alafiya ?Freedom is Coming? *prologue*
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2003 12:21 pm
Fanga Alafiya ?Freedom is Coming?
Melville?s Best Friend
Prologue
Warning: This is a realistic view of what life was like for blacks in South Africa during apartheid. This is going to be a violent and sad fic. I will not be held responsible if you can?t stomach the horrible things that happened to South Africans during apartheid. This is a warning. It will get much worse, but this really happened to people, and I feel it necessary to place the gore in here. Thank you for understanding.
Also, I tried to type the accent of the South African people. Please be aware that in an African accent, ?her? sounds like ?hair? with a very light ?I??so it doesn?t sound like the way we say hair. Please take that into account, and enjoy the fic!
?Eet was a very long time ago, but I rememba eet very well. Eet happent een de black of some terrible night; dat ees when dey keelet heem.?
He heard them coming. Their footsteps could be heard for miles within the ashy quiet of the night. The roar of human voices pounded like drums in his ears. A man-to-man war was beginning. He called to his sleeping family, ordering them to hide themselves. His wife and son, being old enough to comprehend the situation, remained with him. Blinking back tears, he ordered them once again to leave. They would not part with him.
?Dey came weeth weapons. Huge shining guns as long as a man?s arm, and dey ordered dem out of de house. Der was een de family a small boy, hees wife, and heemself. De soldiers linet dem up against de wall, and dey seiarched for any kind of retaliatory weapons.?
They stood, stricken with terror as they were searched. He watched in horror as his wife was flung to the ground and beaten. The boy cried out in agony whilst watching his mother thrash on the dusty African ground. The dirt was soon mixed with her blood, and the sticky goo covered everything. The mother?s moans and screams only added to her ?punishment?, and she soon stopped screaming. Her body, broken and crippled in mere seconds, had breathed it?s last.
?Dey took de son for making such a show when hees motha died, and stuck him to a steak. De fatha had to watch all of these, and could only weep at de sight. He watched hees son bairn.? <A.N.?burn>
Muffled choked sobs tore at his throat, and made inhuman noises. Fed up with the tyranny of it all, he tried to attack the men responsible for so much bloodshed. Charging, he tackled a man, throwing him to the floor, and beat him with his bear hands. He was soon covered in the cowardly blood of the government of South Africa. The father reared his hand up once more, trying to deliver the fatal blow to his opponent, but was stopped instantly. A animalistic cry tore from his parted lips as he felt the hot metal tear into his searing flesh, and he slumped over unto the ground which carried his family?s blood. While his breathing became more shallow, he turned to look back at his house, remembering what legacy had left. He shook violently, and coughed before telling the police what he was sure they would hear for the rest of their lives. ?Fanga Alafiya? He drew in one last bated breath, and died.
?De police left dem dere unteel de government sent somboty down to bairn de rest of de bodies. Dey would leave no evidence for de people to see. Eet would have started more rebellion, because we looked up to dat family. We respected dem.?
Her entire body shook, and she found herself vomiting from all she had seen. Tears meshed with the dirt on her cheeks, and soon her face was covered in a thin layer of mud. S he gasped for air, trying desperately to find some air that wouldn?t toxicate her lungs. The stench from her burning family filled her nostrils, and made it even worse to breath. She reverted to the only position in which she felt most sheltered. Pulling her knees up to her head, she rocked herself back and forth before letting sleep wash away her fears.
?I had seen eet all. Eet was horrible. I watched eet all from my window, hiding. Too scarrt to help my friends. Eet would have only ended een death for me, and I had children to watch ova. But, when I looked out to deir house, I didn?t see little Relena. I had hoped de brutes didn?t get to hair first. I ran as swiftly as an antelope ova? to deir house, and I see in de corna' little Relena. She ees asleep een a fetal position, and I peecked hair up, and carried hair back home.?
She woke up to find her neighbor tending to her. Instantly, memories of murder flooded into her memory, and she found her head pounding so hard she couldn?t focus. She wept into her savior?s apron, crying out for the lost souls of her parents. The woman held on to her tightly, and rocked her back and forth. This woman was her new shelter form the storm.
?I adopted hair. She was only five yeahs old, and I could not leave hair out der?Not with the government sure to bring hair up de way DEY wanted all white people to be. It is rare to find a white pairson willing to fight for de blacks of South Africa. I would raise hair the way hair parents deed. She would be a new symbol of hope for owa people. She would grow up to be on owa side, and would pledge hair life for us.?
Disclaimer: I don?t own the Gundam Wing series. I really don?t understand why in the world we have to keep writing that. As if we, if we DID make the show and characters and such, would be wasting our time writing fics. *shakes her head* Bah. It?s all pointless to me. *shrugs* Ah, well, yes. Reviews? Comments? Random thought or questions? *leans back in chair* I?m all ears!
Your friend,
Melville?s Best Friend
Melville?s Best Friend
Prologue
Warning: This is a realistic view of what life was like for blacks in South Africa during apartheid. This is going to be a violent and sad fic. I will not be held responsible if you can?t stomach the horrible things that happened to South Africans during apartheid. This is a warning. It will get much worse, but this really happened to people, and I feel it necessary to place the gore in here. Thank you for understanding.
Also, I tried to type the accent of the South African people. Please be aware that in an African accent, ?her? sounds like ?hair? with a very light ?I??so it doesn?t sound like the way we say hair. Please take that into account, and enjoy the fic!
?Eet was a very long time ago, but I rememba eet very well. Eet happent een de black of some terrible night; dat ees when dey keelet heem.?
He heard them coming. Their footsteps could be heard for miles within the ashy quiet of the night. The roar of human voices pounded like drums in his ears. A man-to-man war was beginning. He called to his sleeping family, ordering them to hide themselves. His wife and son, being old enough to comprehend the situation, remained with him. Blinking back tears, he ordered them once again to leave. They would not part with him.
?Dey came weeth weapons. Huge shining guns as long as a man?s arm, and dey ordered dem out of de house. Der was een de family a small boy, hees wife, and heemself. De soldiers linet dem up against de wall, and dey seiarched for any kind of retaliatory weapons.?
They stood, stricken with terror as they were searched. He watched in horror as his wife was flung to the ground and beaten. The boy cried out in agony whilst watching his mother thrash on the dusty African ground. The dirt was soon mixed with her blood, and the sticky goo covered everything. The mother?s moans and screams only added to her ?punishment?, and she soon stopped screaming. Her body, broken and crippled in mere seconds, had breathed it?s last.
?Dey took de son for making such a show when hees motha died, and stuck him to a steak. De fatha had to watch all of these, and could only weep at de sight. He watched hees son bairn.? <A.N.?burn>
Muffled choked sobs tore at his throat, and made inhuman noises. Fed up with the tyranny of it all, he tried to attack the men responsible for so much bloodshed. Charging, he tackled a man, throwing him to the floor, and beat him with his bear hands. He was soon covered in the cowardly blood of the government of South Africa. The father reared his hand up once more, trying to deliver the fatal blow to his opponent, but was stopped instantly. A animalistic cry tore from his parted lips as he felt the hot metal tear into his searing flesh, and he slumped over unto the ground which carried his family?s blood. While his breathing became more shallow, he turned to look back at his house, remembering what legacy had left. He shook violently, and coughed before telling the police what he was sure they would hear for the rest of their lives. ?Fanga Alafiya? He drew in one last bated breath, and died.
?De police left dem dere unteel de government sent somboty down to bairn de rest of de bodies. Dey would leave no evidence for de people to see. Eet would have started more rebellion, because we looked up to dat family. We respected dem.?
Her entire body shook, and she found herself vomiting from all she had seen. Tears meshed with the dirt on her cheeks, and soon her face was covered in a thin layer of mud. S he gasped for air, trying desperately to find some air that wouldn?t toxicate her lungs. The stench from her burning family filled her nostrils, and made it even worse to breath. She reverted to the only position in which she felt most sheltered. Pulling her knees up to her head, she rocked herself back and forth before letting sleep wash away her fears.
?I had seen eet all. Eet was horrible. I watched eet all from my window, hiding. Too scarrt to help my friends. Eet would have only ended een death for me, and I had children to watch ova. But, when I looked out to deir house, I didn?t see little Relena. I had hoped de brutes didn?t get to hair first. I ran as swiftly as an antelope ova? to deir house, and I see in de corna' little Relena. She ees asleep een a fetal position, and I peecked hair up, and carried hair back home.?
She woke up to find her neighbor tending to her. Instantly, memories of murder flooded into her memory, and she found her head pounding so hard she couldn?t focus. She wept into her savior?s apron, crying out for the lost souls of her parents. The woman held on to her tightly, and rocked her back and forth. This woman was her new shelter form the storm.
?I adopted hair. She was only five yeahs old, and I could not leave hair out der?Not with the government sure to bring hair up de way DEY wanted all white people to be. It is rare to find a white pairson willing to fight for de blacks of South Africa. I would raise hair the way hair parents deed. She would be a new symbol of hope for owa people. She would grow up to be on owa side, and would pledge hair life for us.?
Disclaimer: I don?t own the Gundam Wing series. I really don?t understand why in the world we have to keep writing that. As if we, if we DID make the show and characters and such, would be wasting our time writing fics. *shakes her head* Bah. It?s all pointless to me. *shrugs* Ah, well, yes. Reviews? Comments? Random thought or questions? *leans back in chair* I?m all ears!
Your friend,
Melville?s Best Friend
that was such a realistic and sad fic...it felt like i was suched right into it...damn...i'm not gonna cry... 
