imageAs I lay the foundation for my NGO, I smiled as my eyes locked with that of my best friend, Joe Clarence, who has been with me through the years. Really, I couldn’t have done much without him and of course, my parents. 

Just right then, the events of the past few years flashed through my mind. I remember how I almost lost my life at the young age of seventeen, when I was only a young secondary school graduate.
It was a lovely Saturday evening, just finished having dinner with my parents and younger cousins who came on holidays. Being the only child and an introvert who has always kept to herself, except of course on occasions when my best friend of five years come visiting or on days like this when younger cousins are around to keep me busy.

 My parents have always been overprotective of me. Who can blame them anyway? I’m their only child. The day has been a slow, dull one. I was settling down to watch my favourite movie, ‘Enchanted’ which I’ve watched over a thousand times when I heard my bestie call me with a tint of excitement in his voice,

 “Clara, Clara, come quickly outside”. 

I hurriedly dropped the laptop on the living room centre table and ran out. Joe had gone to check our Senior School Certificate Examination (S.S.C.E) results earlier in the day and I was so eager to know the outcome.

 “Yes Joe, what’s the news?”

 I shouted at the top of my voice as I made my way outside. I got to the veranda, leaned on the railings of our four storey building, quite oblivious of the wet, slippery floor. It was already too late before I realized I had slipped. I found myself floating in the air before I could get a harder grip of the railings. Last thing I heard was Joe’s voice screaming, 

“Oh no, Clara please don’t go” as I lose touch with reality.

I opened my eyes and closed them. Then opened again, this time trying to adjust to the bright light flooding into them. My whole body ached badly, it felt as if I just woke up from a very long bad dream. I looked around feebly and everywhere seemed so unfamiliar. What’s with all these gadgets attached to my body? I tried letting out a scream but felt too weak to even utter anything. I heard my mum screaming and crying at the same time, 

“she’s awake, she’s awake, my baby is awake”! 

I could see the nurses and doctors walking hurriedly to my side, I could hear them talk about vitals, GCS level and other things I couldn’t decipher. What really is going on here? I wondered. My eyes remained open for a while before I slept off to wake up the following morning and this time around I could talk, although with a lot of effort. I spent two more weeks and three days in the hospital before I was discharged. The doctors said I was very lucky to not have come down with neurological deficits. It’s a miracle really, I’m glad am alive in the first place.
We got home to a surprise welcome party put together by my aunts and older cousins. Truly I was glad to be back home. Was so excited that I became shocked when my left hand decided to ‘slap’ one of my older cousins standing right next to me. “Wait, what just happened”? She asked………

Stay tuned for the concluding part…