The minute I walked into the house, hard as I tried to pull myself together, my mother knew something was wrong with me. She was already looking out for me, waiting for me to come in and join her in preparing dinner.
“Rosemary, are you okay?” she asked as I stepped inside the house. Her eyes were roving all me to uncover what the problem could be with me. Knowing my mother, I knew I had to be extra careful. She was a very vigilant mother who knew her children inside out. If something told her there was a problem, she would not let you rest until she found out what it is.
“Are you sure about that, my daughter?” she asked, her eagle sharp eyes still running all over my body.
“Yes, ma, it’s just a little headache that weighed me down while I was at my friend’s place,” I tried to sound like I’m good. But knowing mum, I would need to do more than that to dislodge her.
“How exactly are you feeling now? Is it like malaria? Do you have temperature?” she placed her hand over my neck to feel my body temperature. I had to be careful how I reacted.
“Don’t worry, mummy, I will be okay, it’s just a slight headache, that’s all,” I tried to allay her fears.
Finally, she let me be. “Go and take some Paracetamol and rest, me and your sister will cook dinner,” she said to me.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I raced into the bedroom and went straight to bed. But I could barely sleep as deeply as I wanted. All the events of the day started to playback to me all over again. How could Bobby do this to me? How could he take such advantage of me and make me feel like a slut? Bobby will pay for this. I don’t know how or when, but Bobby would certainly pay for doing this to me. He will pay dearly for this…His day of Nemesis will come!!
I’d woken up that morning feeling dizzy. I’d thought nothing of it. It wasn’t the first time I would wake feeling quite unwell. And besides, it was a very hectic period for me because we were writing our final school cert exams at the time. The marathon studying, night studies and candle burning seemed to have taken its toll on me.
“Are you okay, dear?” my mum had barged into my thoughts. She always knew when something was wrong with me.
“I have a headache, that’s all. I will be fine, mummy,” I said to her, hoping that would put her mind at rest. But I should’ve known worrying over her children was my mother’s favourite pastime.
“No, Rosemary, I have been observing your mood since the past minutes and I could see you’re not exactly fine. You’re not your usual self today, “she’d continued, looking me all over as she spoke to me.
“Don’t worry, mama, it’s just fatigue, I will be alright. It’s all the studying and sleepless nights reading for my examinations that’s making me feel weak,” I tried to explain to her. But I could tell she wasn’t entirely satisfied, only that there was nothing she could do about it.
I continued with my chores and carried on as though nothing was wrong with me. But I knew I was not feeling good at all. I was feeling sick. It was no longer looking like I was suffering from fatigue of the marathon studying I’d been doing for my exams. This was starting to look like something really serious. It was when, by the following day, I started feeling nauseous that it dawned on me something was seriously wrong. And unfortunately for me, mum was in the house when I began to throw up.
“Ah, Rosemary, I don’t understand o, I thought you said you were okay, is this not turning into a serious sickness now?” she’d said, alarmed at the way I rushed out of the house to throw up. “We have to go to the chemist right away, I cannot let you go to sleep again today without treating whatever it is that is wrong with you.”
“No, mama, I swear, I will be okay, its just a little rest that I need…..” I tried to dissuade her. But she wasn’t even paying me the least of attention. Mama simply went into her room to get a change of clothes. And before I knew it, I was right inside the chemist’s shop, being examined.
The chemist brought out some drugs he said were for malaria to my mum and told her the total amount. She paid for the drugs and we left. But three days after, my condition did not get any better, if anything, it only got worse. That was when my dad told mama to take me to the hospital. And that was where my troubles began.