LIFE NARRATION 4
LifeNarration in Byzantium During the Black Plague
Everyvillage in Byzantineis full of panic as people get sick of the new pandemic. When I was ayoung girl, there was no such a plague. People used to live freely,worship happily, eat merrily, associate with friends and did not haveto use science to explain mysteries. There was a lot of produce inthe fields and there were many people who worked to turn the fieldsinto farms. Our soldiers fought and won many battles, to make theByzantineEmpire larger. As the day ends, everybody is crying of the plaguethat has infected many, including my son. As I sleep with my husband,we hope the next day will bring a better story.
Thesun shone early in the morning, and I woke to prepare some cold waterto bathe my ailing son. As I took the water container, I was prayingand hoping that the new sun will open a new skin to him. This was myhusband’s believe, that taking my son outside for a morning sonbask will lighten his skin and probably provoke the gods to heal. Myhusband was very religious, so religious that I was questioning whythe gods would throw such a tragedy in the land. Almost all of myneighbors and village elders, children and women had died from thisdisease. In fact, today before the sun falls, we will bury one of myfriends in the fields.
Yesterday,when I was talking to my friend in the water well, we realized thatthis plague was there even before our generation and existed as thebubonic plague. They said that it had something to do with rodents,that is where the disease lives and passes to us. Therefore, we allplanned to kill all the rodents at our homes and keep them away fromcleaning the granaries during harvest. A young woman we met at thewater well, says that the plague came with a stranger called AndrewHogsonwho died in our land, bringing the evil infection (Duiker& Spielvogel,2012).
However,an old lady who overheard our talk told us that we should not cursethe small animals, it is the land that is cursed by the gods. “Haveyou noticed that our soldiers are dying and getting defeated?” Sheasks, she further asks, “can`t you see even our fields are notfertile like before?
Theold lady added another task to my plan, that we should pray andsacrifice to the gods, even as we follow the main religion. These twoplans are set in my mind, even as I give my ailing son the water, hesheds some tears when he sees my wet eyes. Simulteneously, the fatherpats my back in a comforting manner. As I look at my son’ssituation, I start wondering who is the next victim between me and myhusband. The plague leads me to a conclusion that life is aprivilege we live today and hope to live another day.
Everyman and woman in the villages across the empire is now hoping thatthe medicinemen who use science can solve the mystery of the plague.On the other hand, the religious people are insisting on ourcommitment to the creator for the solution of the disease. This iswhat kept me and my family alive as we spent each day hoping for agood day. Even my agng grandmother also hoped that the plague willend in her lifetime. When I was a child, my aging grandmother used totell me that after a rain comes sunshine, and the summer takes theweather before the rain comes back again. She still tells me the sametoday to explain the concept of the plague, that it will continue inanother form.
Duiker,W., & Spielvogel,J. (2012). WorldHistory. 7thEdition.Stamford,CT: Cengage