Real Time: Wednesday, 12th January 2022
The school year has begun and I never imagined that I would be the one giving Panda (my 5 year old nephew) a bath, in the morning before his official 1st day of school. Though he had orientation yesterday, today is official. He is starting Primary School, Grade 1 and the family is really excited.
Today, the morning of January 12, 2022, at around 2:30, my brother knocked on my bedroom window and called my name. You can imagine my confusion and shock. I even thought I was having a dream, but it was all real. I asked what he was doing here, but what I really wanted was to ask and know what was wrong and what was going on.
I rolled out of bed, dreading the walk from my bedroom to open the door for him because I didn’t think I was prepared to hear what was wrong. I didn’t want to find out, but I also wanted to. The first thought that came to mind was, “Is my mother okay? Did she die?” I was expecting nothing but bad news at that hour of the night/morning. I’m sure my face looked as if I’d just seen a scary movie, I really wish the entire thing had been recorded. LOL.
I opened the door and he walked in carrying my nephew. I looked at my nephew to see if anything had happened to him and if he was okay. When I realized he was fine, I wondered, “Did these people fight?” (My brother and sister in law) or what the hell is going on? When I asked what was wrong, he said as he walked into my bedroom (imagine if I had a boy over) to put my nephew down on my bed that Nthabiseng (sis in law) is having some pains and that they are going to get that checked out. Her due date is only supposed to be next week on the 19th. As he drove away to the hospital, I kneeled down and prayed for God’s protection over my sister-in-law and the baby. I also praised God that nothing had gone wrong and that my mother was well.
I immediately texted my half-sister (my father’s daughter) to tell her what had just happened and how terrified I was that something terrible had occurred. Because it is my sister’s birthday today, I immediately thought of her. I told her how cool it would be if the baby was born on her birthday. I mean, how unique and rare is that?
Oh well, I obviously couldn’t sleep afterwards.
At 3:45am I texted (WhatsApp’d) my brother to see how she was doing and whether she was due today, and he replied, “ya she is definitely in labor”. I also asked if I should bath Panda in the morning because it was his first day of school, and he said, “Ya wake him up at 6am.”
Oh well, now I had to force myself to sleep at this point.
I closed my eyes and I was gone, and I actually had a dream. What an emotional rollercoaster of a dream I had. So in my dream, Panda was sleeping in the same position where his father had left him. I looked away for a split second, and when I looked back, he was at the bottom of a swimming pool, drowning. I jumped in and pulled him out of the pool, while still holding him in my arms, looking for a place to put him, I was shouting my housemate’s name, Fatima, Fatima, and she appeared. I laid him down with his mouth wide open and began performing CPR. I only pushed his chest once, and he began breathing and coughing out water. I undressed him and rolled him up in a towel.
When I awoke from the dream, my chest felt like it was being pricked lightly with needles, and my heart rate had changed. I honestly don’t know how to describe that sensation. I didn’t understand it at first, I reasoned that while I was dreaming, my nephew was entering this world? Or maybe this was just on my mind heavily like that?
In any case, I couldn’t sleep after that strange dream. At 4:38am, my brother texted me, “He has arrived.” Onalerona Asante Ikaneng.
To Be Continued…