I Used to have a friend; Oh yes my friends, as far as I’m concern. Of course they are still mine even though they are not with me at this moment. This is not just a moment, but my moment to change for better. At this moment I have no choice but to look at this roof. It not the one I used to see when my back enjoys the massage of my tiny bed, exactly like this one. Mine does not have the sealing board.
I know sometimes I get confused in the mornings, but I am pretty sure I have one bed, not two’s, Owh no! they are even more than two. I closed my eyes to see if I am still in dream-land. In a few minutes our phrase find its way back to my mind, ‘we live together, we have fun together and we will die together’ immediately after thinking of this phrase I knew I was the bad guy here and if not why are they not beside me as usual or maybe I am lucky, just as she said.
Shouldn’t we be all lucky, me and my best friends. Maybe I should follow them, to be with them for I know they will wait for me. As these thoughts kept building up conflicts in my heard, she keeps on talking to me. “How are you today?” with a smile, beneath it; teeth are white as the sheet beneath me, just that it is written ‘R/SA’ all over it. While thinking of what I did to put that smile over her face, she asked again, “Are you feeling Ok today?” even if I want to answer her, I can’t. The only thing I hear is her voice, smooth and soft. Oh yeah now I know why she is smiling! Her dimples are pushing her; they are afraid of not being seen. Wait! Am I the only one seeing this, or I am the only one who loves looking at the stars at night, cause these dimples are more like those stars shining in her face.
I turned my heard to see if my friends are seeing what I am seeing, to show-off, to show them that I am the man, talking to a pulchritude lady I ever seen. This has always been our game, played according to our rules. I know they will be happy for me, only if they were here; if I were with them as promised. Oh God! She doesn’t give up, can’t she see that she’s been yakking since I woke up. This is more like yapping of my brother’s snoopy. “Are you feeling good? Don’t worry that pain you are feeling will vanish anytime, we have taken it out this morning and luckily you survived” “I survived from what?” As I ask, the pain knocked into my mind from the right side of my neck and the one tickling my heart from my lower chin. I can’t even feel my beard, only a white-soft bandage rolled around my cranium showing small part of my front face.
Oh now I remember, we were in a car accident, when it ran out of brakes. I never thought Leki road would turn up against us. Anyway that was our first time on that speed, running. They saw us after we had buried it and the only way to dig it up was to find us alive, so that why we were running. Maybe if I did what i am good at, taking the wheels, I wouldn’t be here and they wouldn’t be dead. I know that, that man beside the door is waiting for me to wake up, to answer questions like ‘where is the money? Tell us, where did you put it? If you tell us you will have mercy and spend fewer years in prison. I then thought of turning around, to sleep with my back on top. “Wait! Don’t move, your bandages are still wet, you’ll bleed. Just stay like that and wait for Doctor Mkhize”.
For all this time I thought she was a doctor, Oh at first I thought she was one of those ladies we enjoyed playing games with, but no she is just a nurse. No wonder being beauty in ‘nurse course’ is another module to pass and am pretty sure she passed it with distinction. Anyway nothing wrong with me being confused, I am not the only with mysterious thoughts; that how old is that beauty baby on Star-soft? Where was Johnny walker going? And who ate that piece of able in Ipad? And I am sure this man with his leg in the air beside me can answer at least one of these questions. He seems too old, approaching ninety-years.
As usual I thought of teasing him; Owh yeah let me raise one of my legs just like him. Wait why are they not moving? Immediately I felt something. It went through my heart as an arrow, leaving it bleeding and my chest moving up and down faster than before, my arms troubling; even the one with a chain. This is bad but at least I can feel my toes on the left one. While thinking, that white man got in. his arms are huge; chest like those in wrestling. His tiny mouth under his untidy whiskers and behind her an old lady wearing white court. Obvious that is my doctor I have been waiting for, “thanks God she is Black!”
“Hello” she then went for my feet, “I want you to tell me if you feel something?” Honestly I don’t know what she is doing because I can’t even feel my toes. In an uncountable pause tears started to form glasses on my eyes and slowly falling over my face. “I am sorry, but the probability of you walking again is….” He failed to speak and went out. This man came and untie me without uttering any word, for he knows a tripled man is more like a car without its battery. As he went out I knew this was it. I am a tripled man and trust me I never plan to end up this way, only if I knew!
THE END
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