The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

I was like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruits in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither, and whatever I do had to prosper.

Being sick throughout the weekend I kept on praying and took some medicine. Sunday morning, I wake up and my hands were swollen. I couldn't bend them. I couldn't write and I had to prepare for the next morning. I asked for some needle to help myself out of this problem. It didn't help that much. Well, my roommate had to do everything for me. As for me I kept quiet and told no parents.

I woke up the next day I had Law class, I couldn't miss the class, so I woke up and went to school. I told no one about the daughter of one of the ladies I saw. I kept shut! I didn't write at all that day at school I was there to listen. I couldn't even hold a spoon to eat properly. I was in pain. But I kept shut!