By Evans Aboagye Tawiah
“He will not let you fall; your protector is
always awake. The protector of Israel never dozes or sleeps. The lord will guard you; he is by your side to protect you. The sun will not hurt you during the day, nor the moon during the night. The lord will protect you from all danger; he will keep you safe. He will protect you as you come and go now and forever…”
I fell asleep as soon as I finished reading the psalm and had a terrible dream. In the dream, my mother was crying profusely over the loss of her daughter. It was reported that the daughter died mysteriously of an illness no one could explain. My mother was rolling on the floor and screaming at the top of her voice.
Then I woke up.
My entire body was covered with sweat and my temperature was high and I had headache as well. I got up from the bed and went to take two tablets of paracetamol. Then I lay back on the bed.
The time was 5 o’clock in the evening and the sun was hurriedly going down. I didn’t know if there was a link between my
dream and my current ill-health till the malam’s words flashed across my mind.
“…On no account should any other eye see this soap and for no reason should any other body bath with this soap. If they do, all the diseases that were washed off would return and engulf you…”
The malam’s words were as clear as anything I could think of; most especially, the part that said: “…If they do, all the diseases that were washed off would return and engulf you…” It was obvious that the increase in temperature and headaches I was having weren’t of natural causes but were signs of bigger health wahala to come. I grabbed my bible and swept to psalm 69 in no time.
“Save me O God!” I read. “The water is up to my neck; I am sinking in deep mud, and there is no solid ground…”
A knock on my door interrupted me in the
middle of my prayers.
“Who is that?” I asked sitting up weakly on my bed.
“Its me Mirabel,” came the reply.
I stood up and went to open the door for her. One look at me and she knew I wasn’t fine.
“What’s the matter this time?” She asked
glancing into my face.
“I’m falling sick,” I replied. “My body is hot and I’m having headaches.”
“Have u taken any medicine?” She asked.
“Yes I took paracetamol,” I replied.
“Ok that’s good. You will get better,” she said. “Just came to check on you.”
“Please stay with me,” I pleaded. “If you leave me here all alone I might die before morning.”
Mirabel stared at me with fear written all over her face. “Alright no problem,” she replied. “Let me lock my door; will be right back.”
She left to lock her door and few minutes
later, I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I responded thinking it was
Mirabel.
My door clicked open and a fat woman
walked into my room with dagger in her hand. I froze with fright as I stared at the fat woman. Her face was familiar and I easily recognised her. She was the woman calling me to return her 500k – the lesbian woman I slept with. My entire body shook with fear as she stared at me.
The dagger in her hand glittered dangerously as it pointed in my direction evoking a sensation of impending murder in my system.
“Return my five hundred thousand or you will never know peace,” she declared pointing the dagger at me.Then she disappeared. I screamed so loud at the top of my voice that Mirabel who was still locking her room heard my voice and ran back into my room. Some other neighbours heard my voice as well and rushed in to know what was happening.
“What’s the matter?” They asked looking
terrified.
“I just woke up from a terrible nightmare,” I lied looking apologetically at them.
“We even thought someone was attacking
you,” one of them said. “Anyway no problem.”
With that they left. Mirabel didn’t leave with them but remained in my room staring at me.
“Did it appear again?” She asked when the others had left.
“Yes it did,” I replied nodding my head and drawing closer to her. “I didn’t know when I screamed so loud.”
“This is serious,” Mirabel commented.
“Very serious,” I concurred. I got up from my bed and went to the toilet to urinate. Mirabel sat on the bed and waited.
The muffled screams emanating from the toilet sent her hurrying to find out what was wrong. She pushed the toilet door open and found me squeezing my face in distress.
“What is the matter?” She asked wondering what was wrong with me this time.
“Pain,” I screamed squeezing my face.
“Pain, where?” Mirabel asked gaping at me.
I was sitting pants down on the water cistern with distress all over my face.
“My pussy,” I replied pointing at the hairy
mound between my legs. “My pussy is on
fire.”
Worry-lines drew out on Mirabel’s face as
she struggled to articulate what I just told her.
“Hope you haven’t caught std?” She asked looking suspiciously at me.
“From where?” I asked rhetorically like I didn’t know. I was lucky to have Mirabel around as I went through all that. Not that we had much in common but naturally, I guess Mirabel was a nice and likeable person cos from that night I slept in her room and she got to know about my ordeal, she had been of great assistance
to me like a sister.
“You need to see a doctor,” Mirabel advised after a long silence.
“You’re right,” I echoed in reply.
I got up from the toilet and looked at the water in the closet and noticed that it was bloody. Not only was I having pain in urination but was urinating blood as well. I flushed off the bloody urine immediately as I didn’t want Mirabel to see it. I needed to see a gynecologist but I didn’t know any gynecologist around so I postponed everything till the next day.
The university teaching hospital was quite far from our hostel but my condition needed urgent medical attention or it would lead to something more debilitating. I came out from the toilet and went and lay back on the bed. Mirabel followed closely behind watching my every step.
My phone rang as I was about to lie down and I glanced at the caller who happened to be the receptionist of Gaby hotel.
“Hello,” I replied on picking.
“Yes, please am I speaking with Rosy?” He
asked.
“Yes you are,” I replied still listening.
“Please Nana Adu would be needing your services this night,” he informed. “Will you be available?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied for the first time in my career. I had never turned down a money- making opportunity since I became an ashawo girl but I had to turn this one down. There was enormous fire on the mountain and I had to run this time cos someone whose house is on
fire doesn’t pursue rat.
“You stand the chance of making as much as four hundred and fifty thousand cedis,” the receptionist pressed on. “Please don’t disappoint us.”
“I have another job to attend to this night,” I replied and hung up.
“Which job are you talking about?” Mirabel asked as soon as I dropped the call.
“One networking job like that,” I lied smiling.“Nothing to worry about.” Later that night, I developed a discomforting
itch around my pussy lips and also noticed
rashes along my inner thigh and perineum. The itching became so serious that as early as 6.00am the next morning, I was seated at the obstetrics and gynecology department of our university teaching hospital waiting for the
doctor to arrive…
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