I was sitting on the executive chair, facing two large windows, covered with a transparent curtain, from there you can see the beauty of the sky, sometimes with closer noise of aircraft as the fly by. If you stay by the window you can easily look into the city, faraway from where the company was located.

I was feeling very tired and there was the sour feeling somewhere in my right knee. I only hoped it wasn’t malaria. Malaria is one illness I had too often and it terrifies me, I am usually scared of the the kind of attacks I get from malaria, I pray it doesn't kill me someday. If you've ever been down with malaria, you will probably understand what I am saying.

I can’t remember the number of times I have asked God for a last chance to live when I have malaria. Each time the illness resurfaces I often think it was worse than the last time.


I stole a quick look at the family photograph on the wall, we took that picture at the beach during the previous Christmas.

“So what are you up to?’ She asked, cutting off my thoughts. I think I had been quiet, almost forgetting I was on a call.

“I just finished a meeting, and sitting down to plan for the rest of the day”

“Ok" She didn't sound like her usual self.

"Are you okay?" I asked, hoping there was nothing wrong with her job. There were too many job loses and no one is sure about their jobs anymore.

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