CHAPTER THREE
“You don’t have to go back to Nigeria with us if you don’t want to or if you feel like you’re not ready yet” her mum said, folding some of the clothes she wore during the duration of her stay in the hospital into the medium sized travel bag laying on the side of her bed. Sarah looked up at her mum with a smile on her face, and nodded slowly. Temi- her mum, had been pretty amazing this past week since her accident, comforting her, feeding her, keeping her company and surprisingly praying with her. She didn’t know how her relationship with God was before the accident but it looked like her mum had a very good relationship with God. Sarah knew the reason her mum made that statement now was because she’s been quiet all morning. Her mum probably thinks she’s quiet because she had an issue with going back to Nigeria with them but that wasn’t the reason. Yes, she was a bit nervous about going back to her “motherland” seeing she didn’t even remember the country as home, but that wasn’t the reason she’s had little to say all day. She was more worried about the week left to spend in SA with the Botha family before travelling to Nigeria. After Ben’s outburst the other day and her coming to the realization that his sister passed away in the accident she was also involved in, she didn’t think she was ready to face the family just yet, and she suspected the feeling was mutual. Left to her, she would rather stay in a hotel for the mean time till her departure date but Mr Botha came in to visit her yesterday –alone, and offered his home for her and the family till they travel back to Nigeria. He looked so sincere, it would have been mean to turn down his offer and so they agreed. Now she had to face what she’s been avoiding since the day of the outburst –meeting the rest of the family. She looked in the direction of her mother and noticed she was done packing her clothes and was now headed to the bathroom to get her toiletries she guessed