It was the end of the day. After back to back appointments with patients and having to deal with some rich woman who wanted to improve her son's speech within a week, Dr Masuku could finally go home.
He was packing up his things and tidying up his office when he heard a commotion outside his office. He groaned and hoped that it wasn't the crazy woman from earlier.
The door to his office opened and a woman he hadn't expected to see along with his receptionist walked in. "I'm sorry, Sir, I tried to stop her!" The girl said, exasperated.
"It's okay, Cassandra. You can go home, I'll take care of this." He nodded at her, and she bowed her head slightly before leaving. Dr Masuku's eyes turned back to the woman standing in front of him with a bandage wrapped around her head. "Zahara." He greeted, and she shifted uncomfortably in her feet.
He never thought he had see her again after she quit her therapy two months ago.
When the doctor did not say anything, Zahara signed her entire life away. "Before I met my husband, I was always alone; I had no family, no friends, no pet. That was until I met him, and he just completed my life and I just felt whole whenever he was around. Growing up in black community, I was always mocked for my skin colour because my mother was black, and well...I was anything but black. My mother was ashamed of me and her family was not any different. I was deprived of family and a normal life, and that became the story of my life. Until I met him. After we got married, we tried for a baby but to no avail. It took almost five years before I fell pregnant, and I couldn't be happier. It was like for the first time after four years, my husband could actually look at me; he finally saw me. He finally saw me, and not as the woman who everyone saw as nothing more than an abomination – I was the mother of his child, and for the first time in my life I felt like I was good at something; I was useful. Have you ever felt trapped and suffocated? Have you ever felt like you can't breathe but you hold on to that last breath with the hope that someday something is going to come up and make you feel whole again?
I was tired of this fake family and friends who made me think that the only way for a woman to be accepted into society was by declaring herself a walking baby machine. The attention and fake love was overwhelming, and I didn't realise that it was affecting my unborn baby too, and before I even had the chance to hear her cry, she was gone. She was my last breath and she was taken away from me, and I had no intention to fight, no reason to live at all – not even my husband.
If it were up to me, I would have told the doctors to let me go, but I woke up and then I was told that my husband was gone too. I didn't know what was worse – the fact that he was gone, or the fact that my baby was gone too, but all I know is that when they both died, I died along with them. I had no words to say – the dead don't speak.
It was only until I had to bury them that I realised I was alone again – the story of my life. All the fake friends and family just vanished– it was like everything was just a myth...my husband, the baby, the friends – every little thing. It was like I was thrown off the surface of the earth, and there was not one crying or yelling for me– the silence became my solitude.
Anelisa's just barged into my life and everything stopped, and for the first time ever, I felt alive. In the beginning, I was scared. Her presence unnerved me and her cry made me feel useless for failing to keep my own baby alive. But then I saw the mother of the child and my heart just longed to reach out to her and...help her. It was a one time thing, and I would never have to see them in my life again, but before I could even try to erase the event from my memory; the baby was wailing at the bottom of my doorstep. And for the first time in years, I actually felt and heard the sound of my own heartbeat.
I could go on and on all day and pour my heart out to you even though that won't erase that annoying smirk off your face...all am saying is that I love that little girl, and I want to fight for her. I want to learn to speak again for her." She finished off with tears running down her face. "So, what do you say?"
Zahara felt like bashing his head when Doctor Masuku grinned at her and said, "I didn't understand anything you said, let's try again when you can actually speak."
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Kort verhaal"Have you ever felt trapped and suffocated? Have you ever felt like you can't breathe but you hold on to that last breath with the hope that someday something is going to come up and make you feel whole again?" When tragedy strikes, a woman turns to...
