Just like that an ordinary Monday morning becomes one of the worst day of your life! I have always been anxious when someone says “we need to talk” or “I have something to tell you”. Then you have to wait a very long time to actually hear what they have to say. That was exactly what happened to me on Sunday night into Monday. Being told someone needed to speak with me “urgently” and I had to wait eight (8) long hours before hearing. So I had to sit, and constantly go through the archive of my mind, retracing my steps to see where I went wrong or messed up
The Nightmare Begins
It was about 7:35am Monday morning when I got the awful news. As the ICN revealed the “urgent” news I stared at her in awe. Too shocked to move and no words to speak. The very thing I dreaded was now in my very lap. The apologies came,but for me it was utterly meaningless brcause apologies cannot erase or undo what had been done. The game plan I had for this situation had not yet been fully completely and as such i had to reorganize my plans to facilitate this misfortune.
The Waiting Game
The wait begins now, as I make my daily dairy log. Checking my temperature and for any symptoms that may develop. Anxiously awaiting my swab date, to undergo a procedure I have always dreaded. But I trust God who is the author and finisher of my faith.
inside her broken mind 