The lady’s name was Fatou. She was seriously got dried out, and not answering. Daouda’s creativity dazzled me as he hung an I.V. up to the straw rooftop. As I helped him, he said, in what I trusted was a kidding tone, “Tomorrow you can do this without anyone else. I’ll just observe.
Daouda kept his promise and watched me the next day prepare and administer Fatou’s intravenous cocktail over the course of five hours. My requests had been replied: The principal veins I chipped away at had a place with a grown-up who couldn’t answer with tears or cries. Unexpectedly, presently I supplicated that she would.
As we drank rounds of hot mint tea and paused, Daouda inquired as to whether I could return tomorrow and do exactly the same thing alone. We had been kidding the entire day — like when I requested that how manage the pre-owned needles, and he advised me to eat them to be certain the children didn’t play with them — yet I chose not to answer mockingly to his solicitation for me to return solo, on the off chance that he was significant. He was.
Daouda had been compelled to get a night shift at a medical clinic in the close by town of Diamniadio to enhance his US$ 50 compensation every month from the center, the most the town could stand to pay him. The following day he would work in the facility in the first part of the day, drop by Pintiure to mind me in en route to the clinic to work the night shift, then, at that point, return to Sindou so as to chip away at Friday morning.