Tuesday, 4 March 2014
After my husband left in the morning, I cleaned the house and did a little laundry. Later, I went out to see Faith, to settle the dispute that was rising between us. I hired a motorcycle to their place.
I found her seated at the porch of her house. At first, I thought she would be flared at me, but to my utter surprise, she smiled at and talked cordially to me. She even amplected and welcomed me into her house.
I couldn’t help feeling suspicious. When she served me tea, I simply hesitated taking it. “Faith, why are you doing this? I was hoping you’d still be vexed with me the way you were when you appeared at my gate? Why are you now, all of a sudden, good and kind to me?”
“What, Your Excellence? What are you talking about?” she asked, completely taken aback.
“No false modesty, darling. You did show up at my gate and said my husband accosted you!”
“Are you kidding me? Haha. I’m sorry, Your Excellency, but… either you’re not in your right state of mind or you’ve taken some tonic?”
“Did I get that right? You’re possibly thinking I came here to deride you after that unfortunate incident, aren’t you? Well, I did not come to do that, Faith. I came to apologize for my husband’s misbehaviour. I’m sorry for what he did to you. Really I am.”
She looked at me with disbelief painted in her eyes. I could tell that she was clueless of what I was talking about. I remembered how my husband had also reacted and could guess that things were not what I thought they were.”I’m sorry, perhaps I was dreaming, or something else took control of my conscience.”
“Yes, I highly supposed so. Your Excellency, I think you need to see a psychiatrist as soon as possible about your mental health. The other day it was an old woman you said was smirking at you in church, today it’s your husband confronting me. Something’s not right.”
I felt embarrassed. In fact, I would not even say anything at first. An awkward moment of silence fell between us.
“Well, I’m sorry,” I finally said, standing up to leave. “It could be true. Allow me.”
“Not so quickly, Your Excellency. Aren’t you taking my tea?”
“I’m sorry I won’t take tea today. I have a necessary appointment elsewhere. I just dropped in to say hi. See you soon, and thank you anyway.” I turned and walked out.
I was both embarrassed and hit by a strange feeling about my psychological health. Was it true that I was losing my fettle?
I came back to the house and took a little rest. Then I decided to visit Pastor Anthony at Port Victoria Private Hospital. I hired a taxi and carried along my newly-bought Bible and Tiger’s notebook. When I arrived, I found the pastor’s room locked. I walked straight into the administration block and found the nurse I spoke to on my previous visit going over some files. When she saw me, she was surprised and possessed with fear. She stopped and dragged herself closer to me. I was still feeling embarrassed and now even somewhat angered with Faith’s comment on my mental health.
“My lady, I’m sorry,” she began, clearly beset with gloom. Her statement almost made me lose my mind as I already anticipated the worst.
“What are you talking about?” I asked loudly.
“He… the pastor… he… .”
“Stop he-he-ring and talk to me!” I was already annoyed.
“Escaped! What are you talking about?”
“Some visitors came… .”
“Hey, hey, stop… stop muttering and maundering about all the way to Canterbury and cut to the chase. What visitors are you talking about and how did he escape under this tight security?”
“Some people came, I don’t know who. They were two – a shaggy young man and a plum woman, said they were from Moderncare and wanted to see their patients who had been admitted here. And strangely, all of the patients were in their rooms except him. Um… I’m sorry, my lady, but I don’t know how he left in the middle of this tight security.”
“Wait. Are you telling me that the crippled pastor escaped from your premises without your knowledge and consent? Are you even listening to yourself speak, old lady? Look, this is a joke. If anything happens to him, believe you me, you will pay with every inch of your life.” I left.
I immediately went back to the cab and ordered the driver to take me to Kona-kayona Estate where the pastor lived. We found his abode opened, but when we walked it, we found it as empty as a vaccum. I became anxious all of a sudden. Where was the pastor? Was he okay wherever he was?
We drove to the main police station at the hub of the town and reported his disappearance. Afterward, I returned home feeling overtly emotional and confused.
Next entry coming soon.