The best things in life come in threes with echoing voices
3, what a number!
It should come as no surprise to me, the beauty of the number three. From being the 3rd born child to ranking 3rd for the most part of my primary school years to almost always having 3 close best friends —I mostly always hang in a pack of three btw.
I am drawn to the energy of the number three. I feel it gives me strength and balance, always wanting to have those two opposites, you know, like two sides of a coin and I the force that binds those two sides together. That is how I see myself in all my threesomes.
There is this one time though when I had Tuberculosis, Typhoid, and Malaria all at the same time —talk about a triple threat— If my memory serves me correctly. I was 11 at the time. Now, that is some serious combination but nevertheless; I walked away, almost unscathed, like a skilled junior-ninja warrior.
Approximately 0300hrs, it was, when I awoke with this immense pain in my chest, I could hardly breathe.
“Mummy… Mummy… Mummy…” I cried out in pain with what sounded like a coarse echoing voice. I do not know what would have happened if my sisters didn’t hear the echoes I created with my dying breath.
But, anyway, after 11 IVs, and countless injections, leaving both my hands swollen, I survived. If that is what you’d like to call it.