“Please take good care of yourself. Remember what I said about how this might affect the fetuses?”

The doctor asked, looking at me straight in the eye. I nodded.

“Yes doctor, I remember”

He smiled. 

“Good. You can go”

He gave me my medication and I walked out. Mommy was supposed to have arrived, but she wasn’t there yet. I sat on the bench outside, waiting for her to arrive. I spent three good nights on a hospital bed, admitted and under strict doctor’s eye. They told me that I was suffering from a sky high blood pressure levels, and were scared that my kids might be in danger. Resting and drinking lots of water never made the problems go away. I rested and drank water daily, but things continued happening and I started suffering to deal with everything. I was willing to try and avoid getting myself worked up. I was ready to try and detach myself from such situations. My phone rang, it was Bazukile. I cleared my throat.


I picked up.

“My love, are you home yet?”

I sighed.

“No, I’m still here. Mommy hasn’t arrived yet”

“Oh man, I’m so sorry. Can I come and pick you up?”

I quickly shook my head, forgetting that he wasn’t in front of me. 

“No, you can’t. Its okay” 

He laughed.

“You’re scared that she’d see me and have a problem with me?”


He laughed again, mainly at how speechless I was. 

“Its okay, don’t explain. So, when can I see you?”

“I don’t know, maybe tomorrow. I don’t want to go out today, because they would be watching me like a hawk”

“I understand. I just miss you, that’s all”

I almost blushed, but I remembered that he was not in front of me. 

“I miss you too”

I saw Mommy’s car pulling up. 

“Listen, I have to go”

“Mommy has arrived?”

I giggled.

“Yes, she has. Listen, I have to go. She’s here”

“Okay, I love you”

I hung up without telling him that I loved him too. I got up and rushed to the car. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry I’m late. The church choir is made up of a bunch of disorganized people. Can you believe that they made me wait for three hours. Three full hours!!”

She raised her voice, trying to get me to feel her pain and frustration. I nodded and looked away. I had no problem with waiting anyway, so I saw no need to say anything. We got home, and she insisted that I go to my room and rest. I didn’t want her on my case, so I kept myself scarce around the house. 

Two days later…

I woke up, feeling like I was on top of the world. I got up and bounced to the bathroom, to get myself freshened up, and took my supplements. When I got to the kitchen, to check who else was in the house. Mommy was making a lunchbox. I walked in and greeted, and she greeted back. 

“You’re looking healthy, how are you feeling?”

I laughed. 

“I am healthy, Mommy. I’m feeling okay. Thanks”


I went over to the counter and pulled a chair and sat down. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking”

I looked at her as she said that. 

“You can’t sit here and not do anything all day everyday. You will lose your mind”

She added, and I nodded. 

“Wouldn’t you like to come and work at my store?”


“Yes, store. I make and sell clothing. It’s a very demanding job, and it requires a lot of dedication”

“Oh, wow. So you’re employing me?”

I jumped off my feet. She excitedly nodded and ran to give her the warmest of hugs. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

She laughed.

‘Its nothing much, its just a clothing store”

I let go of her and looked at her.

“To me, its not just a clothing store. It’s a sign that things could still get better”

She cupped my face in both her hands.

“You deserve everything that is coming your way. God is giving your life a turn for the better”

A tear escaped my eye..