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The company had stationed a car to drive her home but she declined and chose to go by public transport. As she walked slowly to the bus stop, her heart felt like it has been split into two; she was engulfed with terrifying anxiety but managed to bottle it all up. Finally, she was at the bus stop. As she climbed the bus, she moved slowly to the last seat she sighted. Upon sitting, lost in thoughts, a hand tapped her angrily after what must have been a few seconds, which brought her came alive to the erupting pandemonium going on in the bus. People were pointing at her with deafening voice demanding she stood up from her seat and allow a crippled man whom she had tripped his crutches while she approached her seat take the seat. All these were alien to her, as she could not recall doing no such thing. She apologised though insisting she had done no such thing; notifying the passengers’ that she was not going to get up regardless, which further enraged them. They only did not assault her physically but it was a near violence experience until she alighted.

As she walked home, she felt so distraught at the thought of hosting a cancerous lump in her body and about the terrifying scenes, abuses she had just been plagued with for no just cause. She retired to her apartment numb, broken, and fearful. She needed to talk to someone but the only people that came to her mind were her parents but she knew how devastated the news would be for them so she shelved the notion. She sluggishly made some toast despite not feeling hungry but she had medications with strict warning to eat before taking. She took them and settled in her bed for a nap.

She woke up to clamours in her area, afraid and bewildered as to what could be the cause of the uproar, she soon realise as she approached the balcony to her room that people were gathered in front of her house to remonstrate over the bus incident. She almost collapsed. She was agitated and confused as to what to do because this was a big deal; activist groups were gathered in front of her house, labelling her a ‘anti-disabled persons, discriminator, oppressor, and other unprintable words.’
She began to feel a seismic activity within her. She became petrified when they started to demand for her head, threatening to break the gate if she did not come out. She dialled her parents to inform them but they already knew; it was all over the television stations. Boy, they could not contain their fear too so they began to pray!

Luckily, police moved in swiftly and dispatched the crowd. They gained entrance after the gateman allowed them in; spoke to her, assured her of her safety for her house will be under surveillance round the clock. A little respite afforded to her but she feared for the worse as she wondered how they had trailed her home, she feared for her life more. Her world was crumbling. She stayed in all weekend thinking hysterically.

It was Monday, the operation day. The hospital had been notified of her safety concerns so they arranged to have an ambulance pick her up. The operation was successful and she was given a clean bill of health but was to remain under observation for two more days to confirm all was well. The ambulance took her home again on her discharge day, where she met her parents whom had been brought over by police cars after becoming too uneasy to stay back. It was then they learnt about her health. With teary eyes, the mum was grateful to God for keeping her alive and restoring her health. They informed her they were here to support her and now to tend to her through these difficult times.

The week gradually ended with a full weekend of rest as well, she was rearing to resume work. They had asked her to take the month off but persuaded the Chairman she was geared up. Monday bestowed the chance to work again only that it had other ideas in its offing. There were a pocket of reporters, who have been stalking her and scanty protesters still enraged. Her facts had been unravelled and this was becoming a scandal of unimaginable proportion; she was safe nowhere, which unnerved her a little. Everyone at work had heard about the story with all throwing their weight behind her. They knew she had been rushed to the hospital, diagnosed with potential cancer; above all that she had her troubles, which fleetingly overwhelmed her. They were only sad she had not allowed the driver take her home. She went about her duty unfazed and refused to run from the outrageous questions journalists asked though she offered no response even when she was taunted as “unattached and barren.”

She felt indignant though showing aplomb. She has been singled out for ridicule, which was draining her emotionally and psychologically. Consequently, she became sloppy, withdrawn, and just could not bear how her integrity, person, and ideologies have been besmirched by people who knew nothing about her yet judged her. It began to feel like only her parents still believed in her though her two brothers remained stoutly behind her as well, she read meaning to every look even at work; she picked on petty issues and reacted.

‘I have had enough! I am not doing this anymore!’ she uttered.