Despite All Odds »»»Episode 56 ********* Sasha pushed her last slice of apple into her already filled mouth. Fear clearly written on her face, the macho man with a full beard standing close to her was not helping matters. It was the ‘Main-day’, a day to detrmine if she’s fit medically after spending close to a week with different doctors asking her questions and the normal routine of fixing some machine wires to her body parts. Dr Krishna had told her earlier, that her last exercise would determine if she would be allowed to see her family. Her family? She couldn’t wait. “eat up fast.” the man jolted her. “Ye..yes.” Sasha kept the bowl she was holding. The man simply nodded fixing some charts on the wall. Sasha watched him, her heart beating furiously against her chest, she just hoped she won’t say anything that would make Dr Krishna confine her into that room for yet another week. “Have you seen an elephant before?” the man asked picking up a notebook. Sasha hesitated, she wanted to be sure. “Yes.” “Are you sure?” She nodded. “Can you point at it?” the man gestured towards the numerous charts on the wall. Sasha walked weakly from her bed to the charts, she pointed at it, praying she did the right thing. The man nodded, scribbling down some notes. He looked up only give her a hard stare, Sasha’s knees trembled under her weight, what was she going to do to prove to these people that her memory was intact. “Maybe you shouldn’t ask me that, cos I know all the animals in that chart.” she tried her best not to stutter. “Hmm, do you know what your father looks like?” “My father? That a dumb question!” Sasha sat back on the bed. “Eerrrm…sorry..I meant to say I do.” she quickly apologised as the man gave ‘the look’ “Descibe him.” the man continued to scribble on his note. Sasha sighed loudly, the man was truly trying her patience, all those questions just to prove she isn’t suffering from memory loss? “My father…he is tall…he should be dark too…”she paused to make a mental note. “Maybe if you stop staring at me, I’d be able to answer your questions correctly.” she added. The man nodded looking away. “Don’t you have a name? You don’t know how to smile?” she continued. “My name is Karpov.” He replied. He asked her some more questions, which she either replied politely or she added some sarcasm. “You didn’t ask if I know how to sing?” she asked mockingly as he started to remove the charts. “Whats your favourite colour?” he asked ignoring her question. “Green.” she quipped. He stopped moving, he gave her a suprise stare. “Why the look?” “Green? Thats quite odd.” the man noted picking his books and other things. Sasha held her breathe. “Dr Krishna would be here in a jiffy, have a nice day.” he walked briskly out of the room. Sasha remained in her position even after Dr Krishna walked in. “Hope it went well?” He asked with concern. He had become close to her over the days, she had told him all she could remember about herself, and he had told her all he learnt from her father. “Do you think I’m odd? Like…my choices are odd?” she blurted out. “No, why do you ask?” “That bearded man said its odd for me to love green.” she sulked. “Don’t mind that, its just a comment.” the doctor assured her. “so are you gonna tell me now.” he sat on chair beside her. “Tell you what?” “About the nail, the nail found in your vomit.” He spoke in a calm voice, he wanted to know everything. “I think I swallowed it by mistake.” she looked down. “Did you tell your parents after you swallowed it?” Sasha stole a glance at him, he wanted to extract the truth from her. She peered at her palms as memories came flooding back. She was just a liitle girl of five then, she was alone in her new bedroom which was given her; after Cassandra threw her out of the room they both shared. She developed interest in the silvery metal and pulled it off the wall, she played with it and it ended in her mouth. She ran to her parents room in tears after she swallowed the nail, her mother sent her out of the room calling her a naughty girl not bothering to listen to her story. With tears she ran to her older siblings but they won’t listen to her ‘story’ *********** She had spent the night weeping in fear of what might happen to her. The next morning she tried to tell her mother once more as she dressed her for school, “Shut up! Parrot! I need to feed Kola.” her mother hushed her thinking she was a noise maker. Her little innocent mind didn’t give up, she told her father as he drove them to school. “what did you say you swallowed?” her father asked “Iron.” she replied timidly not knowing the name of the object she swallowed. “Funny girl, how can you swallow a pressing iron?” Her laughed thinking she was hallucinating. “I swear daddy.” she swore. “don’t you ever swear again, okay? If you need ice-cream and chocolates; just say it, stop beating about the bush.” her father scolded her. She wept sore as she didn’t know which other way to express the fear that had gripped her heart. Since then she had lived in a world of frequent stomach pains, she never told anyone for the fear of being scolded. And it has landed her on a hospital bed not in her own country but in another continent. “Petite ma’am?” Dr Krishna cut into her thoughts, he’d been talking to her. “I didn’t tell my parents.” she lied. Dr Krishna observed her closely, he knew she was hiding alot of things. He felt sorry for the girl, she always turned pale each time her family’s discussed. “Were you ever abused…like emotionally?” he asked holding her eyes. “No.” she shook her head. “You’re not telling me the truth” “I swear… I…” Sasha started. “You never swear when telling the truth Miss.” Krishna cut in gently. “I’m not telling lies.” Sasha frowned. “You should tell the truth now, we want to make sure you’re sound before leaving the walls of this hospital.” He tried again. Sasha looked away, she’d never trust him. The few people she had loved and given her trust all kicked her into the mud, not again in her life would she try such. “some things are better left unsaid.” she said firmly. “Okay, I’ll leave now.” He rose to his feet disappointed, he really wanted to help, he made up his mind to ask her father. “your father would be here by 5pm…I hope you’d recognise him.” he said gently. “I hope so.” she smiled faintly. “If you remember anything, anything atall, just call my attention. Remember I’m a friend” He wanted her to trust him. “Thank you” she gave him a weak smile. She exhaled sharply as she watched the door close, she wasn’t sure she’d like to see her father anytime soon, what if she didn’t recognise him? She just hoped her memory won’t fail her. *********** “I’m back…what are you still doing here?” “You have no right to ask me such question, I’m in my husband’s house.” Joyce cried. “You should leave now, he isn’t your husband” “I’m going no where! He is my husband.” Joyce cried again. “No Joyce, you’ve enjoyed enough, go back to where you belong.” the girl replied backing Joyce. “I belong here, I have a girl child for my husband.” Joyce muttered trying to view the face of the speaker. “That child isn’t his, you should save yourself the shame by leaving now.” the gril continued. “No way! Who are you?” Joyce screamed hugging her baby. “who else if not me? Its Sasha Williams.” the girl turned to face her. Joyce woke up with a start. She ran to the cot where her new baby lay, she picked it up with trembling hands and hugged it tightly like it was her last. The little one protested the tight hug by releasing an ear piercing cry. “Shush…” Joyce rocked it gently, her body stil trembling. Another evil dream? She feared for her child, for her life. Was the dream real or its as a result of ther thoughts? She knew it, she was losing fast. Her days in the Williams home was numbered. She feared the shame she would feel if the truth’s discovered. That’s where her love for material things had landed her, ‘ a pot of hot shame’. She should have known better and left before thing became this difficult. Her only saving grace would be if Willaims didn’t do any test atall, which is like wishing for a blue moon. She clasped her hands together in prayers, though she knew God would never answer such prayers. WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 57 Time / Target: 8:30pm
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 17:48:16 +0000
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