I Don't Want to Die!

Anwalee sat back and shut her eyes, feeling her frustrated tears roll down both sides of her face. She'd always had allergies. Her father had even playfully nicknamed her Ogebange when she was little because she was always the one sniffling, sneezy and sent to bed anytime the peri flowers bloomed. Now this stupid storm rolls in out of nowhere when I could have this child at any moment. This is God's work. Maybe he wants all my trouble over with fast. Would you like some jollof peri and stew? Obey three asked as Anwalee slowly got up. Why would I want to eat when I'm about