GETTING THEM 32

GETTING THEM 32

“I am Thokozile” she said sitting next to me. She was not afraid of me at all, perhaps because people were still walking around.

At this point in my head I imagined she could be anything including a ritualist but is that the worst that could happen?

“I am going home, coming from my salon in Kalingalinga” she said

I listened quietly and attentively not knowing where this conversation was going. I figured this lady already knew who I was hence she was being this nice to me, no one was ever nice to me. I had noticed something about living in Kalingalinga, despite the vastness of the place everyone seemed to know everyone. The lady was now quiet and looking at me, she was right to think I did not have strength as the next thing she asked me was to hop into her car and she would drive me home.

“Oh no I would not want to bother you dear, I will walk” I replied.

“But you look weak” she said.

I sighed as I looked at her, I was indeed weak and my stomach was rumbling from hunger.  “I am just hungry I will be okay”

“Well I am just offering, besides there’s something I have left at the salon I just felt lazy to go back but there’s a reason for me to go there now so we can go together” She insisted 

I decided to trust her as I did not have many options, I was hungry and tired. I needed to get home as quickly as I could. I got on my feet and she was kind enough to hold my hand as I stood upright. I felt my weight leave me all the more but I had faith. Faith that I could walk up to the car, I was not well and this was more serious than I could imagine. 

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“Who is taking the bill for this patient?” I heard a man ask as I slowly gathered my consciousness. 

If I did not look at the clock on the wall opposite my bed I

would not have realised how long I had been there. A Tube was inserted on my left arm and from what I could read it was glucose. Like that was not enough, another tube was pinned on my right hand and it was blood. I knew how serious my condition was when I saw the blood entering into my veins. “I will” Thokozile said as she stood up to follow the doctor.

This hospital did not look like an ordinary hospital, as a matter of fact it seemed like I was in a very expensive hotel room but it was actually a hospital. What was going on?

Thokozile was gone for a while and in that moment I took a look at myself, I was dressed in a hospital gown and it had a name of the hospital on it. What was baffling was how Thokozile was okay with bringing me to such an expensive hospital. I knew the hospital because only high profile people came to it.