My name is Jamal and I am the first female president of my country. It would impress you to know that I am only just 18 years old!
I had done it! I achieved my long-lived dream and won the fight against Leukaemia almost simultaneously.
Exhausted from the day’s activities, I took a seat on the soft sofa in the office. The softness of the sofa made it easy for my drift into la-la land in less than 30 seconds. I make a dizzy mental note to avoid that sofa henceforth.
It wasn’t long before the sharp pain coursing through my joints jolted me out of dreamland into the reality I live. The rick-rick of my barely upright hospital bed serenaded the night as I tossed side to side.
“Can’t wait for the morrow.” I whispered into the night.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed in a refugee camp, they say. But not when it is heavily pregnant with my breakthrough.
I smiled knowing well I would not be here in 24hours. Help is on the way! The Heavens finally paid attention to me. I am going to start my journey into a life that hopefully would be cancer-free. A life where my presidential dream would be birthed.
A Few minutes in, I succumbed to the embrace of sleep with a big smile on my face muttering, “Help is on the way”
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“Jamal! Jamal! Wake up. the mercy volunteers are here.”
I hear my mama call from a place that seemed so far away; there I knew I was never going to answer that name again.
This Flash Fiction was published in the January 2021 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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