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NARATION

Pumulo pulled herself together knowing all too well she might be detained further, the nurse had explained that her procedure was done and she just needed to take some medication prescribed some of which included anti depressants. She needed the drugs to cope with her loss as well as to calm her. A few hour later, communication was made to Pumulo’s aunty through the nurse that Jeff’s uncle was picking us up and he would take us home. When aunty delivered the message, Pumulo was certain it must have been the uncle who attended the wedding, he is the only one who could know about Jeff’s accident as he was his next of kin. Pumulo was right, it was him. Uncle walked into Pumulo’s room an hour later, he looked very cheerful and like nothing was happening. Pumulo and aunty greeted him calmly but also a little confused, they had packed up everything and it was time to head out. Uncle made it clear that they would be going to see Jeff, he asked them to be calm and just pray but he was stable.

The ride from the hospital to home was very quiet, Pumulo leaned against her aunty for strength the whole time while Jeff’s uncle took the front seat and tried to lighten the moment by chatting with Pumulo’s aunty.  

“You know I admire south African development, I believe Zambia can also get here.. it’s just a matter of time” he said.

“You are rightz we need to unite to rebuild Zambia” aunty replied.

Pumulo was trying to avoid being deep in thought but she was not at ease. Her life life had just started having meaning and Jeff was the reason why everything was changing but now suddenly everything seemed bleak. She was worried and hoping Jeff would be well. Pumulo’s only prayer was for Jeff to recover, she had made so many desperate prayers in silence and still felt empty. It didn’t feel like God was hearing her. There was a time Pumulo thought maybe she was being lied and that things were worse, she dreamt Jeff was gone. Her prayer was that this was not true.

“Ish. when are we arriving?” Pumulo sighed worriedly

“Very soon” uncle said.

Soon a traffic jam was seen ahead and Pumulo sighed in frustration, she really wanted to get home and prepare to go the hospital as uncle had promised her.

“Maybe let’s just go straight to the hospital” Pumulo said

Auny and uncle seems to have similar thoughts when they both responded “No!!”

“Uhmm” Pumulo responded in worry.

“Calm.down, we just can’t go to the hospital like this.. you have just been discharged. Let’s get home. You change and then we can go” aunty said.

Uncle agreed and Pumulo had no choice but just to relax and wait.

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PUMULO’S POV

We had just made it to the hospital an hour later, I was anxious but held a steady prayer in my heart for my husband. My body felt like I was run over by a truck, the miscarriage had left me feeling nothing lie myself. I was drained physically and emotionally, to top it off I was at the hospital holding it together for my husband. Aunty and uncle knew better than to try and talk me out of seeing my husband, I was not going to rest. As we walked into the hospital on that cold evening, I recall how I repeatedly prayed and asked God for strength. I could not pray much for anything else, strength and healing for both my husband and I is all I could pray for because we both needed it.

A nurse led us to the intensive Care unit and we were asked to leave our shoes outside, we had to bare feet as we walked. Uncle and I went in first. Only two people at once.