The black spot

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BY CHIPO, grade 6D, Mvurwi

It was on the 20th of July 2002 when I was admitted to Parirenyatwa Hospital because of a black spot, which was developing, on my left eye. I was admitted in the Hospital for one week, my mother was worried about it.
When the ambulance came to take me, I was scared, I arrived at the hospital and the doctor gave me some medicine, which I would take while at home. After two weeks, we went back to the hospital. The specialist took me into a small room, which was tidy. In the room, I was asked to look on a white chart, which was glued on the wall with alphabet letters on it. The specialist told me to read the alphabet using the eye with a spot, whilst the other one was closed. I managed to read all the letters from A to Z, but the doctor told me to stay in the hospital since the spot was becoming bigger and bigger as the days passed by.
I stayed in the C3 ward with ill strangers and I was afraid of them. My mother visited me every visiting hour; at times she brought bananas, oranges and cascade drink. After a couple of days I was used to the hospital life though I was missing my friends and family members. In the morning, porridge would find its way down our throats and in the afternoon, sadza would be dished to us with cabbage.
After a week the doctor said we had to go for an operation. I became very worried but my mother raised my faith when she told us to kneel down and pray. We sang a hymn and prayed to the almighty. I was taken to the theatre though I was afraid of past information of people who died because of unsuccessful operations. Four people entered the room wearing white dustcoats. I knew these men were surgeons because I had read about them at school. My life was in the hands of these four men and I trusted that they knew what they were going to do. The anesthetist gas me a special gas to breathe and I immediately fell asleep. After a long while, I woke up. The operation was over and was successful. We gave thanks to God for answering our prayers.
I will not forget my experience at Parirenyatwa Hospital, the nurses and doctors were kind and knew their job for the black spot was completely removed and I trust it will never resurface again.