Mom's worried voice came forth from my blackberry smartphone's receiver,
" I'm almost home ma" ,
I moaned, she heaved a quick sigh, going ahead to reprimand me on why I always close late from work all the time, more so now that I'm not feeling well, my body's defenses gradually being broken down by malaria parasite hence where I ought to take excuse from my superiors at work to close early, here I am again coming home late looking rather worse for wear. She paused then asked if the cab driver was over-speeding as the wind was obscuring whatever I was saying, I said no which she could barely hear, she hissed then ended the call.
Thirty minutes later, I staggered into the sitting room looking rather ashen with feverish condition, clasping my arms around myself from cold,
"Oh son! How are you feeling? Worse than this morning?"
