A Thunderbolt lights up the sky and rumbles angrily, before crashing down over the still sleeping city. Heavy clouds mill ghostly, darkening the stars and covering the moon. The thunderstorm, unusual for this time of year, causes the busy hospital’s power supply to be cut off, when a huge bolt of lightning hits the hospitals main power line.
Sparks fly like blue and orange fireworks, whilst flames shoot up high into the pouring night sky. A roar like the sound of cannon fire rumbles through the city, before echoing into the distance leaving twisted, molten steel posts behind.
A tiny baby boy gives his first cries of life, the moment before the emergency power is switched on. The family's doctor smiles reassuring at the new mother while he is trying to calm her as she moans in pain and he is relieved when the emergency lights flicker on.
A nurse gives the baby to its mother and the child settles down and gazes into her grey eyes, while sucking hungrily at a swollen nipple, sensing the love and warmth which is such a vital part of this woman's essence.
Further to the South the storm whips out at the highveld kopjes, flashing angrily at dolomite and ironstone deposits, waving rows of maize and open field. Huge raindrops hammer their way down to the hungry earth and the smell of the wet sand rises in a heavy sent all over the country side.
In a small damp mud hut a young black woman cries out in pain, while her baby boy is born into a cold and primitive existence. Though like any other mother she is happy at the child's first cries, she is jubilant having proved herself worthy as a wife to her beloved.
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