At 9.20 pm, june 2, 2008, Miss Africa received a mms about the condition of a KebunGetah guess, IZAT who had been admitted for brain viral infection. My heart stopped beating as all my imagination about "brain dead" and "brain damage" had gone wild. i was shivering and i did not know what to do and who to call.
Of course, the only person who came to my mind was a brainy french educated, M. N. She is the one who was used to be at the highest degree of closeness with our unfortunate friend at one time.Personnaly, Miss Africa has never experienced the loss of close family in her life. Thus, she could not really figure out on how, when and where to go to the hospital. All she asked from M.N was to come to KebunGetah and later she might come with her.At this point of time, Miss Africa could be wrong..instead, she could have just asked M.N to drive there str8 away.
Miss Africa then called Quenana, with her kind gesture, she was coming so immediately to be ready for anything. Coreena and babybosh and Feza then came...everybody was so kindly impulsive for the very unfortunate situation that our friend was suffering...the simplest to describe that was " let's don't bother about me, go and see our friend!"As i was still nervous and could not think clearly, Quenana decided to bring us there.
Well..things happen for a reason. One thing i have learned from the conversation with friends on our heart poundering drive to section 19 was "You should not expect the world revolve around you all the time. One has to distinguish between urgency and happy party. One has to think herself as special as she was the first one whom IZAT thought in the time of sorrow!
IZAT...May you get well soon!
Amin......!!(Mecca version)
(Ahhmeen.....!!(vatican City version)
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