Relief

ANNE

It was my first time entering the hotel that was now known as the medical hotel by a good number of people in Umende. Being where all the visiting medical personnel lodged, a lot of protocols were being followed before one can enter or leave the premises. I spent close to thirty minutes waiting in line to get checked at the entrance. Vincent had told me of these processes and had suggested we met at my house, but stubborn me insisted on going to his hotel.

They shut a lot of places down because of the lockdown, so we hadn’t many options. It was either my place, which I was so not agreeing to, or I go to him as a medical volunteer. The latter I did. He said he had a meeting with his team that morning and had opted to come to pick me up in the afternoon. Again, stubbornly, I insisted I waited for him at the reception, cue in my prolonged waiting at the beautiful gate.

The event of yesterday disturbed me a lot. I needed to let it out, and I needed to do that as soon as possible b