Four Walls, Immaculate
white Ceiling
Everything was hazy. In fact I
had just a silhouette of a memory that ended with the immaculate white ceiling
dancing before my eyes. Echoes of silence rang in my ears.
My dizziness steadied and stopped and I grasped just but a grotesque of focus.
The stinging smell of anaesthesia invaded my nostrils and made me fidget violently. It is then that I heard an almost jovial whisper that carved out the words 'he is alive,he just moved. The female whisper was so melodic, so angelic and for a moment I was sure I was dead. Heaven ajar and probably she was actually saying 'Welcome aboard St.PETERS Heavenly Express, Fasten your crowns as we are landing....then I blacked out.
Then it all came to me. The hopelessness, the rope, the not so white ceiling, the coffee table. I remembered changing my mind a little bit too late. Just as I was airborne; then the snap around my neck, the rolling of my eyeballs as life drained from the son of a woman. The overwhelming urge to soil and pee on my pants.
I thought I had snapped out of a terrible nightmare but reality dawned when I felt the sharp pain on my neck. The dream became a memory and the memory became a recollection of history.
I told myself that I had survived for a reason. I did not know what, but there had to be a purpose.
The nurse walked towards me and stretched to touch my forehead. At that point, all the blood flowed from my brain down south. My IQ lowered drastically. The nurse removed her mask and wow!
I knew I had a reason to live but I did not know I would get my epiphany so soon, so unexpected. She was my reason to live. Her fragrance overpowered the smell of all medicine. Then, she giggled.
I swear I died a thousand deaths and still resurrected a thousand and one times(and I had not counted my functional member).
She took my hand to monitor my pulse but I knew she would get a wrong reading. My heart beat had increased tenfold.
Her narrowed Chinese like eyes looked into mine with motherly concern and I understood the reason why men marry their mothers. She was was my mother's incarnation and showered me with what I think were words of encouragement since I was to carried away with her succulent lip movements. I was no longer sick, I was just in love.
She strolled to the next patient swaying her hips like a matatu manouvering a traffic jam along Mombasa road. Too bad I could not raise my neck beyond 45 degrees.
The second time she came, I had practised a number of pick-up lines that abandoned me when she smiled. This time she drew back the curtains as she was giving me an antibiotic injection. It was in our moment of privacy that I told her how beautiful she was. She blushed like a village girl as she pretended to protest but her look showed approval. She retorted that I was not so bad looking too. I swear I knew the hospital would have to forcibly discharge me.
What we had bloomed and I could tell she visited my bedside more often than usual.
We would chat for longer than usual and she always laughed at my jokes, patted me on my shoulder. She joked with me and held my hand even when she wasn't taking my palm reading. She joked with me and held my neck to see how it was doing. We joked, she held my neck to check how it was doing, I tilted my neck and kissed her.
She protested but I did it again with her resistance diminishing. She pulled back and I could see the tears welling up her eyes.
I had two days to go before I was discharged. I had been there for 21 days, but I swear they seemed like 21 seconds. She never showed up on the eve of my discharge. I was shaken and I regretted kissing her on her lips(okay, I did not regret per se) but I was worried. I received a bouquet of roses from my mother on the day but I still felt empty.
My discharge day had come and I had resolved to ask her out on a date at least and follow the conventional dating process. I knew she would come because I was assigned to her and she was the one to discharge me. That day, a smartly dressed doctor walked briskly to my ward with a stethoscope on his neck and looked at my chart.
I was crestfallen. She did not want to see me. Then the doctor looked at my bouquet of roses and asked me I he could take one rose. I absent mindedly obliged.
From a distance I could smell her fragrance and it grew stronger and stronger. Voila! She was standing at my beds tail end. In an instant the doctor moved swiftly into action. On bended knee, rose in hand and a diamond ring sticking out of his palm. She went pale and the smile slowly drained into shock..
My rose had been used to propose to my rose. She looked at me as if seeking my approval but I couldn't look at her. She broke down.
Then I remembered my rope, my coffee table and remembered why I had attempted suicide. It was Suzie. And now I also knew why it was no longer going to be considered an attempt.
My dizziness steadied and stopped and I grasped just but a grotesque of focus.
The stinging smell of anaesthesia invaded my nostrils and made me fidget violently. It is then that I heard an almost jovial whisper that carved out the words 'he is alive,he just moved. The female whisper was so melodic, so angelic and for a moment I was sure I was dead. Heaven ajar and probably she was actually saying 'Welcome aboard St.PETERS Heavenly Express, Fasten your crowns as we are landing....then I blacked out.
Then it all came to me. The hopelessness, the rope, the not so white ceiling, the coffee table. I remembered changing my mind a little bit too late. Just as I was airborne; then the snap around my neck, the rolling of my eyeballs as life drained from the son of a woman. The overwhelming urge to soil and pee on my pants.
I thought I had snapped out of a terrible nightmare but reality dawned when I felt the sharp pain on my neck. The dream became a memory and the memory became a recollection of history.
I told myself that I had survived for a reason. I did not know what, but there had to be a purpose.
The nurse walked towards me and stretched to touch my forehead. At that point, all the blood flowed from my brain down south. My IQ lowered drastically. The nurse removed her mask and wow!
I knew I had a reason to live but I did not know I would get my epiphany so soon, so unexpected. She was my reason to live. Her fragrance overpowered the smell of all medicine. Then, she giggled.
I swear I died a thousand deaths and still resurrected a thousand and one times(and I had not counted my functional member).
She took my hand to monitor my pulse but I knew she would get a wrong reading. My heart beat had increased tenfold.
Her narrowed Chinese like eyes looked into mine with motherly concern and I understood the reason why men marry their mothers. She was was my mother's incarnation and showered me with what I think were words of encouragement since I was to carried away with her succulent lip movements. I was no longer sick, I was just in love.
She strolled to the next patient swaying her hips like a matatu manouvering a traffic jam along Mombasa road. Too bad I could not raise my neck beyond 45 degrees.
The second time she came, I had practised a number of pick-up lines that abandoned me when she smiled. This time she drew back the curtains as she was giving me an antibiotic injection. It was in our moment of privacy that I told her how beautiful she was. She blushed like a village girl as she pretended to protest but her look showed approval. She retorted that I was not so bad looking too. I swear I knew the hospital would have to forcibly discharge me.
What we had bloomed and I could tell she visited my bedside more often than usual.
We would chat for longer than usual and she always laughed at my jokes, patted me on my shoulder. She joked with me and held my hand even when she wasn't taking my palm reading. She joked with me and held my neck to see how it was doing. We joked, she held my neck to check how it was doing, I tilted my neck and kissed her.
She protested but I did it again with her resistance diminishing. She pulled back and I could see the tears welling up her eyes.
I had two days to go before I was discharged. I had been there for 21 days, but I swear they seemed like 21 seconds. She never showed up on the eve of my discharge. I was shaken and I regretted kissing her on her lips(okay, I did not regret per se) but I was worried. I received a bouquet of roses from my mother on the day but I still felt empty.
My discharge day had come and I had resolved to ask her out on a date at least and follow the conventional dating process. I knew she would come because I was assigned to her and she was the one to discharge me. That day, a smartly dressed doctor walked briskly to my ward with a stethoscope on his neck and looked at my chart.
I was crestfallen. She did not want to see me. Then the doctor looked at my bouquet of roses and asked me I he could take one rose. I absent mindedly obliged.
From a distance I could smell her fragrance and it grew stronger and stronger. Voila! She was standing at my beds tail end. In an instant the doctor moved swiftly into action. On bended knee, rose in hand and a diamond ring sticking out of his palm. She went pale and the smile slowly drained into shock..
My rose had been used to propose to my rose. She looked at me as if seeking my approval but I couldn't look at her. She broke down.
Then I remembered my rope, my coffee table and remembered why I had attempted suicide. It was Suzie. And now I also knew why it was no longer going to be considered an attempt.