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KIANNA

The air is filled with depression as the healers skitter from one end of the room to another end.

They trooped into my room one after the other and are now up to ten in the room plus mama Mali.

The way they are walking about makes me so nervous, I feel antsy and the rowdiness of the room is not helping matters.

Mama Mali calls one of the elderly healers. She asks her a question and at the healer's reply.

They whisper furiously for a while before mama Mali gets pissed and leaves the room. She returns after some minutes with a small container. I couldn't see what it contained though and I quit trying because of the pain I feel when I move.

The other healers in the room keep shaking their heads while whispering amongst themselves in clusters.

Someone needs to teach these healers about professional ethics because the way they are shaking their heads and heaving negative sighs is enough to sky rocket my blood pressure.

One of the healers glanced at me before immediately looking