TRACY
This morning, just before breakfast, I joined Manila in pulling out little weeds, sprouting out here and there around her plants. As I did it, there was a big fat smile on my face, and I even whistled throughout.
I was happy, wasn't I?
Well, that changed.
Right after a hearty breakfast, as I entered the little confine meant for bathing, my mood changed. I immediately felt fear and, soon after, anxiety crept in, and then a deep sense of what could well be despair followed suit.
You see, Sir Garba visited me some days ago and he told me that he would get back to me in ‘a week or something like that’. But that wasn't all he told me.
Sir Garba told me that my case wasn't totally hopeless, and while that might not sound like good news to many, to me it was the best thing I have hear
