“You wouldn’t talk to anybody, you don’t want to have anything to do with anybody, you are just a big snub. You will die soon”. Roseline shouted. The ‘die soon’ jolted Debra out of her reverie, she stood up, ran to her direction and squeezed her shirt. 

 

“You don’t have any right to judge me, you don’t know what is going in my life, don’t you ever talk to me like that, you unreasonable demon“. Her voice was teary, she cleaned the mucus in her nose before reaching for her seat.

Roseline was sorry for that statement. She read pain and frustration in her eyes. So many thoughts ran through her mind as she smoothened her uniform. Should she apologise? Go to her and calmly ask what’s wrong? She shrugged off and dashed out of the virtually empty classroom. She could care less.
Debrah’s sobs were getting louder and louder, sensing the break time was almost over, she placed her head over her desk and continued crying.

“Maybe she’s HIV positive or what else could explain her incessant visits to the laboratory” the three girls stopped to buy roasted corn which they divided equally and quickly feasted on.

“It is possible”. Yetunde nodded. She’s tired of life, she rejects everything you offer her; a bottle of coke, a piece of cake….”

“Even biscuits, I remember her throwing it back at me one time like that”. Chika revealed
They flagged down a taxi and hurried in.

 

Back at the Federal Medical Centre, hot tears raced down Debrah’s cheeks as she watched the Doctor write the usual report on a green form. He looked up to see her soaked face