At The Hospital to Give money sold.
Nov 5, 2019
Story
I hustled, toyed and did all I could to save my brother.
All responsibility was left for us, and my younger brothers crisis became more regular. He was always in the hospital and to foot his bills was another problem. I began crying on street ,they thought of our pain didn't give me rest. I increased my distance to walk, just to sell.
When ever I enter the hospital to give my mom money, nearby parent at the hospital will cry looking at me, some will encourage me. My legs will say it all, there was no time to go home and bath before coming to the hospital as I always close late at night.
To my thinking, i knew I will be at home for a year only and resume school with the little saving I did, but no I end up staying for 2 years. Life wasn't unfair to us at all.
The third year, my two elder sisters sat me down, cryed, pleaded and advised me to take book serious as they dropped and sold to send me to form one. They also continued to food my brothers bills.
I tryed all I could and made good use of the opportunity till I had my Ordinary Levels. During holidays I will join them and together we will sell. I can't forget their sacrifice and I remain thankful to them for giving me at least to that level of education.
Then till now, i can't help but cry and wish I could help my mum always and also share in her pain. Thats because I knew and know her heart is so heavy.
My sicker cell Bro was in the hospital for 9 months, came home spent 2 months and back he went for another crisis that's in 2012.
If I want to write all, i won't finish. My story is that lengthy and sad, Full of suffering.
Then comes 2016,when we were called and told my Dad is sick. We tryed all we could to take him from southwest to Mbingo hospital were he gave his last breath on the 11/11/2016.This wasn't easy for us, to me I felt the unversed turned against us. I didn't know what to think but I thank God for courage he gave so I live.