Death at a distance and that dreaded phone call
My intestines knot every time I receive a call from home, Kenya. I get many happy calls from family and friends, but the possibility of receiving that one damned call doesn’t elude my days. I have dreaded that call for so long. On Wednesday that call came. I had just left work and was on the bus heading for language school when my phone rang.
It was my mother calling. It was a beautiful day, my second day at a new job in a Danish college, as a teacher. I was excited to share the details of the day with my mother. However, something in her voice sent a dark trepidation crossing through my mind. With trembling hands, I hang up the phone. I would call her back in a minute. I was shaking with dread. Not ready to hear the news. I was not psychologically prepared to receive any bad news. But I had to call her back.