Episode 3
Sitting on a bench in the corridor of the hospital, alone with my thoughts and fears. My emotions was mixed as I was thankful for my sister’s safe delivery. Her daughter was hale and hearty, but my mind soon wandered off to the problems I was going to face at home, my loveless marriage and my dwindling self esteem.
I drifted off for a moment with Ada laying on my laps, I felt a tap and was alert. I noticed Ada shivering and trying to cuddle up, I held the back of my palm against her body and discovered her temperature had spiked.
“Mummy, I’m very cold” . She said with laboured breath.
I held her close for warmth but discovered our clothes were still wet after been drenched from the rain.
Soon she was gasping for air and having laboured breath. I screamed for help and some nurses ran to my side.
“ Is she asthmatic?” a nurse asked
“Yes she is”. I answered.
“Where is her inhaler? you can’t buy inhaler for her?”
I looked at the nurse, and decided to answer her sarcastic question calmly.
“We were robbed on our way here, her inhaler was inside the car”. I answered, half mortified as the nurse carried her to the examination room.
We had learnt the hard way to always carry inhaler where ever we go after Ada had an attack at an event
. The chaos accompanied was second to none as everyone ran in different direction seeking for help. Thankful for the timely intervention of a nearby pharmacy.
I looked at my daughter finally resting and breathing fine. Tears dropped down my face as I looked at her, I seek for a solution. I craved for change. In that moment, I desired to pray but I had no strength, all I did was cry and hope in my heart, God hears the silent desires of my heart.
I wiped my eyes, I was beginning to shiver and stood up to check on Dera and Tunde. Tunde had since returned from his unprecedented trip and was successful. He came in to check on Ada before proceeding to stay with his wife.
“The latest mummy and daddy in town”. I teased as I entered into Dera private room.
They both looked up and smiled. Dera was better as she was making small talk with her husband. It was indeed a long night. I glanced at the wall clock to see if the night had ended, it was just 10.45pm.
“How is Ada? hope she is better?” Tunde asked.
“Yes she is. So good to see you talking sis. The Lord is Good”.
“All the time” Dera replied faintly.
“Your husband called and asked to speak with you, he mentioned he tried calling you but your number wasn’t connecting”. Tunde said
The Joy in the heart met an abrupt end, it was replaced with sadness, anger and frustration. I nodded and requested for his phone to call Uzor.
I stepped outside of the room to call Uzor, I knew the conversation wouldn’t be a pleasant one and I rather not serenade the environment with my sadness.
I dailed the number, and on the first ring, he answered the call.
“Tunde my guy, how’s the baby na?”. He was happy. It made me more depressed knowing I wasn’t the source of his happiness.
“Uzor, it’s me”. I replied.
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