Reflections from the Ghetto: the state of Health, a national crisis.
The first day it happens it is a sunny day. I feel a bit weird so l leave school for home. A few minutes later Zimiso and Linda find me on a rock, running out of air. I faint, they take me to the sick bay. About two hours later, I’m back to my bubbly self enough to attend school lessons. The next time it happens, the pins and punches from the inside are back again, only this time l don’t faint. They prick and hit me for many hours, my brothers and my mother nurse me. My father is called. So is the Pastor. In their minds, they prepare for a funeral. The next day, I’m recovering. With swollen eyes and falling clothes, I can finally fake a smile where l need to. The third time it happens, the pins that prick me from the inside do so in quick succession. I look for help, only I’m alone in the office. I drag myself to the elevator and as soon as l come out of it, l faint. My boss arrives, bereft of speech, and rushes me to the nearest clinic. My mother is called. Finally, l am diagno
