The entrance

2014-10-24 00:00

I wanted to stretch, to breathe, and I wanted to be held. I was ready for whatever this new life had for me

AS far as true stories of KZN go, you will have to decide on the authenticity of this one, because as it goes with most stories from a long time ago, details change, some parts fall away and some parts become something more than they ever were.

The first time I ever entered KZN was a truly life-changing time, an eye opener, some might say. It was the beginning of life as I know it.

On the night of February 21, 1998, She and He had gone to a friend’s house in Roberts Road for dinner. Garlic prawns were served, which later gave Her a funny feeling in her stomach, but She and He had had a good time. That part of the night ended at about 9 o’clock, when He drove us home. It was bedtime soon after that.

I do not know how long I had been living that life. For as long as I could remember, this world had been my only world, but I could anticipate something new on the horizon.

At 11 o’clock, She woke up alarmed; wondering why she had wet her bed. Expecting the worst after the garlic prawns, She moved to the bathroom, waking Him up. By 11:30, She had called her sister, the nurse of the family, and worriedly asked advice.

I was ready for a new life. I wanted to move freely, but was still constricted by the only life I had ever known.

He loaded her into the white 1997 Opal Astra station wagon, and with all the haste the empty roads would allow, drove

Her to the plush private hospital they had earmarked for this occasion.

Rushing along Commercial Road, past the ever-booming Crowded House, a thought struck Her; She was soon to be done with the days of dancing with drunk Cedara students to whatever the speakers spat out to floors full of strangers. Her life as she knew it was about to be over.

I wanted to stretch, I wanted to breathe, and I wanted to be held. I was ready for whatever this new life had for me. Ready enough to start moving towards the tunnel between this life and my next one.

The redbrick, colonial-style city hall was lit by a harsh white light. Tension increased in the car. She and He were both terrified of what would happen at the hospital. Such palpable emotions — anybody within a few metres would have to be not quite human not to be affected by them.

I sensed the fear growing around me. It was a strange feeling, and I did not like it. This just made me more determined to leave this place. As I moved closer to the tunnel, the fear grew with panic and distress.

Finally, She and He hastened into St Anne’s hospital — silent, overheated and glaringly bright. For both, panic had won. One nurse frantically called the anaesthetist on call, while another offered hospital robes to the distraught young couple. Before long, She was laid down for the procedure.

Something was stopping me. There was an unseen force of resistance that would not allow me to move on into my new life. My heart pounded — this was my distress. This unborn baby was breeched, and an emergency Caesarean took place. He almost fainted at the sight of her insides being outside, and She was crying: “Dr Stavrides, I just want to see my baby.” I was ripped out of my old life, forced into the open, naked and vulnerable. I took in my first breath of the new world, and let it out with a pitiful scream. I stretched, I moved, and I saw people around me. I was ready for this new life.

‘The first time I ever entered KZN was a truly life-changing time … It was the beginning of life as I know it.’

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