Iren knew her mum could be extremely dramatic sometimes, but she sounded quite serious this time around. ‘Could eating sugar cause diabetes? Or is it just a myth that has been propagated to make people not eat so much sugar and sweet things?’ she wondered as she continued drinking her garri.
He collected the form and looked at it. ‘Investigation required: Fasting blood sugar.’ He shook his head. “I’m sorry but you can’t run this test anymore today. You’ll have to come back tomorrow or at another time that is convenient or you.”
Mr. Rickshaw shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “But there are… never mind.” He said sighing deeply. “I’ll take it up to the management team. Oya, come and be going! You have successfully told me three ways I can lose my job or my peace of mind, and I don’t want any of that.”
“No, she couldn’t have… She left the house this morning and didn’t return till evening. There was Sniper at home but she didn’t have access to it. I sprayed it before she got back.” I replied, replaying the events of the day for clues.
Gosh! This was crazy. I had seen things like this before but I never knew it could happen to someone like us. I always felt it only happened to poor people. Yeah, I know. Whatever. Don’t judge me.
“Something is wrong Derin. Her body feels unusually warm. Oh dear God, I pray it’s nothing serious because we just finished one drama of colds, catarrh, and malaria last week.” Imade said worriedly. “Sweetheart, will you try speaking to her? Maybe hearing your voice could calm her a bit.”
Imade was dumbstruck for a full minute. When she eventually found her voice, she said “Imaobong is your child.” Then she picked up her bag and walked out of the living room.
A rapist is a thief. He stole your privacy and your consent. People are not ashamed when a thief steals from them. No! They cry out and shout instead so people can come and help them. So don’t be ashamed and don’t be silent. IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT!
Kezi was deep in thought, rummaging through her brain files. There was something familiar about Njamen’s snore and it wasn’t good. Her brother passed away last year and he was snoring like this just before things went south.
He slipped two tiny nylon bags into Jomi’s hands.
“What’s this?”Jomi asked, looking at the brightly coloured tablets in the nylon.
“You’re going to need it. It’s very effective at handling body pains, and trust me the pains are just begining.”
