Inside the cocoon, not even knowing it’s high time I should vacate. Plans made and all the resources availed for me to leave. My eyes closed and my fist crunched. The only language I knew was wailing.
My carrier did not even know that my people were planning to let me out already. That I was ready😂. I was wondering how they determined that since I wasn’t even talking neither was I seeing. No red flags, no alert, no nothing. We let her go around her business. Her career not withstanding. Rose her hand to keep teaching and I let out one sign. I made a way for my departure. It is time. I broke the balloon. Happy birthday was the main aim. Panic. Questions. Confusion. Being somehow ready for the situation. She left the class room and went ahead to hospital. With her brain working overtime due to the adrenaline rush, she decided to buy a few things she could need before proceeding to the hospital. Jack and Jill was the supermarket. At the forsaken suburbs of he CBD, somewhere near OTC. If you live at Eastlands you probably cannot avoid this place.
Jumping up and down trying to gather a few things. I was silent. Maybe giving her time to let me out or just being patient enough to let myself out in a respectable manner. On her way to hospital, her mind clicked. She hasn’t informed my father. Phones were not owned individually. She had tried to call him while in town using the telephone booths but he wasn’t available. Rather, the phone operator wasn’t picking up. She decided to go there physically.
On arrival. He was just around the work area, with his activities on. He was informed of what is happening and he also panicked. June was coming. In July. Happy birthday.