At the hospital
I read her note one last time and smiled, she didn't leave her numbers and that was a bummer. I would've loved to meet her what she did was very noble of her. It not everyday someone drop their work to help a stranger.
She requested me to stop stressing as that will break her heart. She sound like an interesting woman, I know it weird but I actually had a dream about her kissing me. If only I can see her and maybe just maybe turn that dream into reality.
The doctor got inside and smiled looking at me.
Doctor: "Mr Khambule I've got your discharge papers. You need to take your medication until you finish them and please try to avoid stressful situations and keep a clear head at all times, as much as the money is great but it will be an unfortunate thing to see you in this bed again."
Me: "I'll try doctor."
Doctor: "If the weight becomes more heavy for you, you can always speak to a professional. It doesn't make you weak or less of a man. In my line of work I've announced a lot of deaths because of people bottling up their emotions. You may be a man but you're also human and you have feelings. You might not believe this but men are more sensitive than women that why most of us turn into abusers and violent beings, we never talk and think acting is okay. It a sad reality because innocent people are always on the receiving end of our demons. You used a cigarette today and ended up in a hospital bed next time you'll use your fist and before you know it it a kick and another death is announced only because you let your masculinity side do the most."
Me: "I'm not abusive."
Doctor: "I never said you were but this kind of stress is alarming. If your wife didn't bring you here on time we'll be talking a different story right now. Speak to a professional Mr Khambule. You'll sign here, I believe your wife will fetch you."
Me: "My wife?"
Doctor: "The tswana woman who brought you here."
Me: "Oh my wife okay! I don't think she'll fetch me because today she has other commitments."
Doctor: "Oh I see. You'll get your meds from the pharmacy before you leave. Take care of yourself."
I nodded and he buried his hands in his pockets walking out.
I sighed and stretched my left arm and experienced a little discomfort and stopped then signed the papers preparing to leave.
At Simo's apartment
He fixed the collar of his shirt and received a call from Nkanyiso's school.
Simo: "Hello."
Voice: "Mr Hlengwa you're speaking to Miss Mkhwanazi, Nkanyiso's teacher."
Simo: "Oh how can I help you miss?"
Voice: "It about Nkanyiso. I'm concerned about him, his marks are dropping and his health is deteriorating. He's always coughing and wheezing, I would like to believe he's asthmatic but I'm not sure since I'm not a medical practitioner. He comes to school barefooted and he wear shorts and short sleeved shirt in this cold weather. I talked to your aunt and she promised to attend to his needs but she's not. Mr Hlengwa I know you don't earn enough but can you please help your brother?"
Simo:(swallowing) "I'll see what I can do."
Voice: "Is everything okay at home?"
Simo: "Yes."
Voice: "Mr Hlengwa if you don't take care of this child I'll be forced to involve the social workers. We donated new uniform to your brother but he came to school in his old uniform the next day. I'm a mother before I'm a teacher Mr Hlengwa and this is heartbreaking. Please do something, thank you for your time."
Simo: "Thanks for calling me I'll take care of him I promise."
Voice: "That's all I'm asking for. Bye."
Simo: "Bye."
He hang up and brushed his face frustrated, he sent money for his brother last month, this was shocking to him and he didn't know how to go about this. Heart broken he took his bag and made his way out his mind filled with different thoughts.
If there was no reason to use Sami's money before, now that was more than enough reason.
His brother deserve a better life and he can barely survive with the money he earn from clicks.
