The Day That Changed My Life
It started out as any other normal day in the interior. The dew was still fresh on the grass, and the sun was just beginning to peek over the high hills that surrounded our school. Living a stone throw away from school, I was among the first to arrive at the school. Somewhere around eight thirty, and the other children, who had already arrived, had started a game of cricket. This day was different and it would take a wild turn that no one, least of all me, would expect. As soon as I arrived on the school grounds, I had the nasty habit of going out under the trees that were on the ground, and getting sweaty, a habit that my mother constantly warned me about. Nevertheless, I went and started to play a game of marble, an act of disobedience that I would regret for the rest of my life. As the were playing children, the ball came under the tree where I was playing marbles, and the guys at both ends of the cricket pitch started to call me, each asking me to throw the ball for them. So I picked it up and unsuspectingly threw it for the guy that was closest to me. I was about to go back to my game of marbles, but that was not to be because as soon as I turned around I felt a sharp sudden pain above my eye, and I went howling do
I was overjoyed but I still had a large black eye so my father brought me a pair of sunglasses and some painkillers. It was a good feeling not to be in the presence of the nurses. After being examined by the doctor he told my mother that I would have to go to the general hospital in town. The sharp pain that I felt that day was a rock that hit me right above my eye, missing it by an inch, and it came from one of the guys that was playing cricket that morning. wn to the ground in a wash of blood and tears. He said that I might have internal bleeding in my right eye, all the while my head felt like it was splitting open although I had been given pain killers; my heart beat, it seemed, had been amplified to a metallic pounding of a hammer and chisel hard at work on my skull. How serious the internal bleeding was, was another matter. As if that was not bad enough, the place was hot and I was sweating like a pot cover all night. The lunch was nothing more than what you needed to survive: white rice, poorly seasoned fish, and two hard pieces of plantain. They said that they would bring better food for me. What complicated matters further was that there was a TV at the foot of my bed and the nurses on duty sat there watching it until all hours of the morning, laughing and talking. I stayed away from school for another two or three weeks but still my black eye was still visible. My mother hearing my cry, rushed out to see what was the matter, and when she saw me I saw her put on a face hat I have never seen in my life.
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