As I am lying in this bed, I am looking at my stitches and my bandaged body. The hospital machines are making a beeping sound. There are drips, ventilators, and tubes even in my head, chest, stomach, nose, and in my arms, all around in my body. All these remind me of the attack that day, on my way to school.
I could still hear their scratching sound of pangas and their special gang’s whistles as signal to coordinate their attack. I was scared as hell and had no chance to escape because they came from different corners.
“Hosh! Hom! Kancane! Ngak’linge nyakaze sani, don’t do you dare move!” their boss said, holding a panga. They cornered me.
“You are alone now mogoe you see? Where’s your soldiers now huh!” the other one said, briskly taking out a knife. He stabbed me in the chest two times. I tried to escape but they tripped me and I fell on the street. Defenceless, they beat me up. They threw rocks and bricks at me, stabbing me with pangas and repeatedly kicking me.
Whilst still on the ground I pleaded, “Ndincedeni! Andenzanganto! Please help! I didn’t do anything!”
No one helped. I blacked out.
Now I’m stuck here in this bed, hopeless and full of regrets. My body is numb and I’m trying to move my legs but I can’t feel them. Also I can’t move my body, only my arms move a bit. I look at my mom who is weeping. She brushes my right hand.
“Everything is going to be OK. UThixo mkhulu, God is good. You are going home, finally,” she smiles, trying to make me feel better.
Dr Rodriguez pats my mother on the shoulder.
“Ms Deyi, the nurse will instruct you on further care for his wounds. Oh and please, make sure he rests, gets enough sleep, eats well and doesn’t smoke or drink alcohol. Most importantly, please make sure he sees the psychiatrist three times a month. Enjoy your day.”
“Thank you so much Doc.” Mother shakes his hand. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for him.”
“It is my job Ma’am. You are welcome.” He went out.