My Ex-boyfriends Friend – Episode 12

MY EX-BOYFRIENDS FRIEND – Episode 12
A story by Kennedy C Katongo

Almost an hour passed as I lay on the bed, tears found their way on my cheeks as I reflected on how everything happened. In my little moment of sorrow a lady walked in with a nurse behind her.
“Hello, how are you?” She said.
“Am okay I guess.” I responded.
“My name is Dr Mwanza, but you can call me Mirriam.” She smiled.
“Am Kutwemwa.”
I thought it wasn’t professional to call her by her name and not title, however, I still went on to address her as Mirriam.
“What’s your relationship with the man you were with?” She asked me.
“His just a friend and work mate.” I responded, the nurse was busy untying me.
“Do you have any knowledge of his abuse of allied substances?”
“Sorry, but what are allied substances?” I asked.
She seemed determined and sure of what she was doing as she questioned me. I knew there are people called psychologist but I had never been confronted by one is real life.
“Let me put it this way, Your friend has been abusing drugs.” She said after noticing how blank I was.
“What! Chanda on drugs? There has to be something wrong.” I exclaimed.
The Doctor was calm, she then smiled and inquired where we where going in the first place. Some how I felt like there was something she knew that I wasn’t aware off. Nevertheless, I went on and explained everything to her.
I mean, she was a lady. It was more like gossiping and as she sat there listening attentively.
“The reason I have asked isn’t so that I can invade your private life Kutemwa. Some tests were ran and Chanda was found to have a high content of Sildenafil (Viagra) and also cocaine was among the things found in his system.” She said.
I had come across a lot of people while working for OWI but this lady was exceptional.
“Are you trying to imply what am thinking?” I asked her.
“Maybe, Maybe not. You know Chanda better than I do, but one thing is certain, he had plans for the night.”
With that said, she did a few examinations on me and stood for some minutes without saying anything.
“Excuse me, how is Chanda’s condition?” I asked.
“He will be okay, how ever, his in a critical condition unlike you who had your seat belt in place. He actually flew from his seat and met the front glass. That’s all I can tell you for now.” She said.
“Have you tried calling his parents? Relatives or something?” I asked, a swift breeze of sadness had blown across my face as I felt sorry for Chanda.
“Yes we did, you actually have a visitor yourself.” The nurse said as she followed Dr Mwanza on their way out.
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“I think am just going to do away with ladies.” I said to Major.
I had finished packing my bags and just sat on the bed as we continued our gossip.
“That’s not a bad idea, provided you don’t become gay.” He laughed.
“I can’t do such. I heard that Mwandu is now a she.” I added.
“Mwandu! That guy who was always around girls in high school?” Major asked surprisingly.
“Yes, that same one. He got his privates changed. He now just looks like a girl until you see him up close.” I laughed.
Major had a disgusting look on his face, he wasn’t only shocked but couldn’t even comprehend what I had said.
“Why do you seem so shocked and all? As for me I saw it coming. The stigma the dude use to go through during high school was real.” I said.
“I understand the hardship, but what he has done is just wrong. I wonder what the parents said about it.” Major said thoughtfully.
“Have just received a message from my friend.” Major suddenly lightened up then went peal again.
“Whats wrong?”
“She says she was in an accident, let me just call her. I will hit you up soon.”
I couldn’t wait for a month to get back to the hospital, I desperately needed a way to go back. For some reason I enjoyed listening to Dr Mwanza speak her mind, there was only a week left and I would be back on TV. Even though it felt exciting, I still felt like people looked down on me, I didn’t feel like the person they expected me to be and it was for that reason I became disturbed.
My boss was helpful though even if he wanted to give me the boot.
He would say something and a week late Major would say the same thing, maybe not the exact words but the same content.
“Never give up because people demand that off you. Life is about you and not them. So this thing of you locking up yourself will just break you down.” He said in one of our daily meetings.
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KUTEMWA: “Am feeling much better, at least I can even type.”
MWANGO: “But what happened? Was the driver drunk?”
KUTEMWA: “Not at all, the Dr just said he has a mental problem. He couldn’t say what it was and also that he was high on other drugs. Lol.”
MWANGO: “I don’t understand why people want to be high every hour of everyday. But his okay?”
KUTEMWA: “His in a coma, they say his going to be okay despite having multiple injuries and a cut on the head.”
MWANGO: “It’s good you are well, I got worried.”
KUTEMWA: “Worried? What! You thought maybe I have been disfigured or something?”
MWANGO: “I didn’t say that, but I did think of it. Besides it’s not like I crushed on your face lol.”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading, Mwango had never admitted liking me. It was one of those topics he would brush away easily.
‘Was he saying it cause he felt sorry or maybe he was being true?” I thought to myself.
“Someone is smiling. Share the news.” Mum said with her eyebrows raised.
“It’s nothing, just chatting with a friend.” I quickly responded.
“Which one? Mwango?” She asked immediately.
The shock on my face when I heard her say his name. I had told mum about Mwango and asked for advise from her on what she thought about dating a person from social media.
She was quite open minded about the whole topic, but that was almost a year ago and she could still remember Mwango.
“Yes mum, am chatting with mwango.“ I blushed as I responded. “Have you mentioned this to dad?” I added.
“Not directly, but I did ask him what he thought about meeting a a life partner from social media.” She answered.
“What did he say?”
“He said, ‘Online dating is just an advanced stage of blind dating.’ that’s all. You know how direct your father can be when answering questions.” She smiled.
Mum was the first one to arrive followed by Angel.
“Granny will be coming later on, she had a meeting with the board today.” Mum said.
“That’s good, Am certain she will be coming with fruits.”
“That’s just Granny for you, I want to go and see Angels baby. Will be right back.” Mum said as she rushed outside.
Angel was practically adopted by my family. Immediately mum closed the door Angel walked in. She cleared her throat and then smiled.
“Have you called Kalaba?”
“Why would I even do that?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but this was serious. You could have lost your life. And am sure he would have attended the funeral.” She said jokingly.
“I have no plans of attending my Ex-boyfriends funeral no matter how strong our relationship was.” I said as I shook my head.
“That’s just evil. If one of my ex had to pass away, I would attend the funeral.” Angel said.
I couldn’t believe we were seriously talking about attending our ex’s funerals of all things, but that was how conversations between me and her started. It was always in the most unusual way.
“Should I tell him?” She asked me.
“No. I think Kalaba is going through a lot right now. His trying to find himself. I don’t want to start creating false hopes for him. I know how guys are…” I said warmly.
“Mmmh someone cares.”
“What you mean… Am not heartless, I may not attend his funeral but God knows I would love to see him successful.” I winked.
“Since when did you start talking like Granny? I thought I was the expert at that?” Angel said with a weird face.

TO BE CONTINUED…