He died five hours ago.
A small boy of three.
Looked so still and limp.
His family wailed.
His house is a few fields away.
His aunt works in our hospital.
He was born here.
He died at home.
He had a fever.
He vomited for three days.
His mother took him to a
Local traditional practitioner.
Our ambulance was called.
He stopped breathing before it came.
Tha held the mother.
And both were disconsolate.
His name is not tomorrow.
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