I want to

I want to go away, to a place where no one knows me I want to go away, to a place where my troubles cannot trace me
I want to go away,to a place where the betrayal of a best friend cant re--echo
I want go away, far away from anything that brings back memmory of him
I want to go away, away from the betrayal of my best friend
I want to go away, away from him, away from his lingering presence
I want to go far away, away from this pain that is tearing me apart
I want to go far away, away from the ground that is wet with my tears
I want to go far away, to a place that can erase the indiscrible pain that I feel
I want to go far away, away from this betrayal, from the hurting, the pain
I want to go far away, to a place where I can be vulnerbale and no one takes advantage of me
I want to away, away just to cry, to cry, to cry, to cry, to cry it all out
I want to go away, away from this pain that is reaping my heart apart.

Malaria attack

Arrived home Wednesday night after 9pm, after a long day at work only to find my son shivering, he had very high temperature. Took him to the clinic and test results show he had malaria and bacterial infections. Spent the night awake, monitoring his temperature.He only slept peacefully about 5am and that is the time I had to get ready for work.

Balancing work and playtime

So, for the last three weeks, have been trying to make my son understand why Mummy must work. Last night, the topic came up again as I iron my clothes for the following day. "Mummy don't go to work" he said,giving me his usual sad look as if saying, I miss you so much. That sentence always breaks my heart and a sense of guilt consumes me. But do I have a choice, can I abandon work and how do I then take care of him.
I sat down with him, telling him Mummy needs to work to get money to buy milk, Story books and soccer balls and boots for him; hoping that his love for these would make him abandon the Idea.It was only for the night. This morning, he begged again not to go to work, I tried to explain why mummy must work, only for him to say,"I don't want money," I don't want a ball" Mummy don't go to work."
I was lost for words. Decided to ignore the fact that I was already running late for work and so I sat down and watched Tom and Jerry with him for about 10 minutes. We had breakfast together and then left for work. But can I afford to go to work late everyday, I guess its a dilemma I need to face every single day as a single mum.