Adobea gladly took the pictures she had taken to Aboagye so he could keep up with progress and not miss out on all the fun. His room was as silent as a graveyard; so quiet when she entered. It seemed Aboagye had fallen asleep once again, a victim of the sleeping sickness that was ailing him.
" Hi, Aboagye!" she said undertone. "I brought you some flowers." Aboagye didn't even stir. " Aboagye!" she called again, tapping him on his shoulder. There was still no response. It must be on ef his deep periods of sleep again. When will he recover from these? What if one day he doesn't wake up at all?
Fortunately, a nurse came in to take his temperature. Perhaps she might have a professional method of waking him up.
" I've been trying to wake him up since I came in but it seems he doesn't even s
