Excerpt: Betrayed for love

As promised he got his first award three months later which made them sat for their second exam. It was a matter of appreciation having improved not having the first position in class. In spite of much detention he could make it to the hospital to meet Elizabeth as promised. In terms of listening, writing and speaking he could do his waste to lead him later to perfection. Totally he was exempted like a pregnant woman from talking to his fellow girits like they were referred. It was a hard nut to chew not forgetting that should you behave funny, you would be off. He helped his father at home and had been with his red friends who could not tell him any bad word lest departed. He was provided like he was their biological son. He felt more of a prince but once he thought it would be necessary to be himself, at times. It was to no sooner reach for he wasn't to be independent in any way then. It would be more of suicide. He thought he would get a trick which would not cultivate chaos in the hearts of his foster parents. Having concluded one night he would pretend being a sick son as to be taken to the hospital. It was done the following morning. He didn't rise and took his breakfast as usual. No body knew this for he seemed alright last night. Children had gone and his foster father had gone to work at the garage too, they didn't know he was down. Having taken such a long time in his room, fortunately his foster mother got in to see if he had gone to school or not for she had recognized she had not seen him taking breakfast. He was lying on his bed so she had to ring her husband. Morfain got to the hospital in that manner and was received a patient by Elizabeth. "What's wrong with him," she asked. It was explained that he has diarrhea and vomiting like he explained at home. She hand-tested his pulse and said there was fever. He made sure he looked helpless like HIV victim. His father was uncertain, he moved to and fro and eventually broke the fro movement. He sat on the nearby bed prostrated, his beloved son was sick! Morfain did not eat in their presence to provoke their attention that he was ill. That made him as if he was truly ill yet he ate in their absence, food given by Elizabeth. While his foster parents had gone, she approached him. "John. It's good you are here," she welcomed him. He talked smartly as if he was not ill. "How is it at home?" she asked. "It's detention," he said. “I had to pretend to be sick so as to meet you." The badness was that he would not touch any food taken by his foster parents unless fruits given by Elizabeth. He grew weaker like he was truly ill. Like she told him she said she would take him to school in her mother nation, it was a mission not known to be accomplished. The routine was skins were collected and thrown afar to show no evidence of any fruit eaten. As days passed, three days were enough to let him taste food then to let it be known that he was improving. That was an advice from his Elizabeth. He had learnt little by a little this pretends to persist till he was proved well. When going for a short call of nature he would be held firmly as if he would topple. Tricks had gone well till he was seen doing those things all fairly. He was given money by Elizabeth which he kept at the bottom of his bag not to cause chaos. She briefed him not to show any sign of rudeness for if he does he would not be healthy. He won't tell his life history and his friendship with Elizabeth too. She was more of a mother to urge him keep tricks whenever he needed help. He was discharged back to that hell of a family he could not tell was bad to the owners. His foster father had grown confidence in him. He had grown up with a bunch of politeness which he was advised by his white friend which had advantages over disadvantages. In his look he was happier at home. He was not a rumor monger, so who else can be admired not being him? Son of Abdiaziz Mohammed became famous with the name Morfain all over his school and a few neighboring homes in Khartoum. He partly watched movies and partly served his foster parents and partly chatted with his black friends he didn't tell. It would be risky in case his face would be found among blacks.

Adopted from: Betrayed for love, a manuscript of Sabbath De Yecouba