Hajj Ashraf Series
Damiano, Naziwa’s fiancé had seriously hit her friend, Jose, who had been admitted to the hospital. Damiano never questioned her relationship with Jose, but a simple hug and a handshake had been enough to earn Jose, “okumuyiwa amanyo” as he Damiano had termed it. Let us continue…
“Hajji Ashraf, when Damiano revealed to me that he had actually hit Jose for just hugging me, I got shocked and angry with him. Why had he not asked me about my relationship with him?
“Actually, Jose was just a friend; and we had been friends since the first day I joined campus. In fact I was the go between him and his girlfriend. In four days we were going to write our final exams and there was no doubt Jose was going to miss. He was in a bad shape. His missing to sit the examinations would be caused by me.
“But I was innocent”
“That night, Damiano called me several times but I refused to pick his calls. He sent voice messages pleading but I refused to return them.
“The following day, we were to collect our exam cards. I collected mine and explained Jose’s condition so as to collect his, too. That evening, we went as the discussion group to Nsambya Hospital to pray for Jose. His condition was no better. He was still in a coma. I was guilty inside that if this guy passed on, I would be the main cause.
“He was going to be operated upon and the hospital wanted a deposit of UGX two million. Jose’s father had passed on two years back, and it was only his poor mother responsible. As we were wondering where to get the money, the nurse came in to prepare Jose for the operation. She had a receipt of UGX 2.5 million.
“To my surprise the receipt was in the names of one, Damiano. The nurse was trying to describe the identity of the Good Samaritan; and I cut her short to go and quickly prepare the patient. We helped the nurse to push and pull the bed to the theatre door.
“I remained wondering at the heart of this monster called, Damiano.
“He continued to call me the whole day, almost every 15 minutes but I never answered his calls. That evening at around 9.00 p.m., when I returned from the library, I found Damiano waiting at my door. I opened the door and blocked him from entering my room, or else I would call the Police. He had all the strength to enter forcefully but he just begged until I slammed the door in his face.
“Hajji Ashraf, the man started to cry like a baby but I ignored him.