It’s about midday. I have no watch; no need for one. My mind is as good as a China watch these days. The door to my room opens. Someone enters and distracts my racing mind. I’m now sure its midday because that’s when the first visitor of the lunch hour comes in. I turn around to face the door and there stands a familiar face. I can see it’s a lady but I can’t tell who she is. She is standing there looking at me with glowing eyes and flashing an angelic smile; so warm and wide that it can save a dying soul… well, except mine. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a card attached on it. She walks over to my
death bed and takes a seat right next to it. She places the
flowers on the table.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Its 10:27 AM. I'm on the fifth floor of an office in Westlands. (This is in Kenya; for the sake of my readers from abroad ;) ) I'm staring at my computer. It's my only companion in this huge office today. My other colleagues are not in. They all had excuses not to be at work today. I cooked up an excuse on Wednesday too and went to my boss' office. As I was about to open my mouth, my boss read my mind and with a warm smile said to me, "Oh Naomi, I was about to call you! I suppose the others have told you they won't be coming to work on Friday. And since there has to be someone in the office, it means you have to come."