RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

INTRAPERSONAL Rony Brown Episode 5   She tried to forget everything. But only succeeded in remembering everything. Every touch. The way it burned. The way it stung when she was rejected. Every minute detail plagued her. “Nurse Donaldy!” This teen voice is excited. The rest was a blur as she wondered about the new voices that seem to replace the other ones every week. This must be her first day here. Latest by tomorrow, she would dread stepping foot into this hospital. That’s if she’s not out by the afternoon. Victoria moved mechanically towards the theatre. She went to the hand washing station and felt the dread start to creep up on her. With every rub she felt even more dazed. When she finished, she was helped into her protective clothing and by this time she could hear the ringing in her ears. It grew louder with every step. Another step and she would be on the ground. Then she stopped herself. One more step and she would have no career to come back

    INTRAPERSONAL Rony Brown Episode four   Victoria’s eyes were fixed to the ceiling. It had been so for the past hour or two; so had been for the past night or two. She was deep in thought about so many things. But just one reared its ugly head and over shadowed the rest. Only one thought could overshadow the strain her visit was putting on her sister’s marriage. Only one thought could over shadow the immense silence that echoed in a big house with four able people. Only one could overshadow her guilt of professional incompetency.   One thought throbbed on her insides. In another moment she heard a knock on her door. She dragged herself out of her bed. “Bee, I am not in the mood.” Vic said as she opened the door. The face that met her bored gaze drew an involuntary gasp out of her. “What do you want?” Somehow she found her inner bitch and drew on the mask. Eric just shoved her out of the way and entered her room. He stared at her for a long time.

  PERSONAL R. Brown Diary entry –When he left This night I feel so helpless; so empty; so useless. No, I think it was Sunday’s night. I cried so much today by just hearing his favourite song. It rent and shattered my heart into myriads of pieces. I don’t like crying much even though it makes me feel better in the end. But it’s just not worth it. Anyway, I ended up sending him a WhatsApp I pray he never sees.  I woke up today dreaming about my new room at the new hostel I rented for next academic year. But in the dream, it was just a redecoration of our living room. I just don’t know why but the dream made me so happy. I guess my subconscious might be begging me to find my joy right here before I decide to find it elsewhere else. Not in another guy, not in my parents or anywhere else for that matter. Happiness, joy, gladness, they should all start from within. I should learn to love me even when I can’t stand myself. Stand firm! Do my chores! Indulge my t

INTRAPERSONAL Rony Brown Episode three Well, it has almost been a week into her visit and not a word has been exchanged between Victoria and Eric. She was a still raw about her sister’s stunt. She still disliked her sister’s husband. That was until she found her sister slaving in the kitchen and sweating into …erhhmmm… something she was cooking. “Hey, Bertha. What are you doing?” Victoria asked. “What does it look like I’m doing?” “Why, is Sam sick?” “No, this is not soup.” Bertha was as red in the face as any fair coloured African girl could be. “Yea, I know that. Is it some sort of medicine?” Victoria asked with her most innocent smile. After all, it did smell like one of the bitter brew of herbs our mother forced us to drink. However we survived those years of poisoning, only God knows! Bertha hurled the ladle at Victoria with all her might and drew her hands to her mouth to still the trembling of such an exertion. Surely, I couldn’t hav

    INTRAPERSONAL-2 Rony Brown It is not that she made no plans. Victoria was not the kind that could spend half a day without writing out every minute she would spend down. So yes, she made and had lots of plans. But there is a difference in making plans or even having them and actually executing them. Victoria was almost a week into her leave and had settled comfortably into an unhealthy routine. This mainly consisted of sleeping ( nothing unhealthy about that ), eating (mostly raw sausages and bread if she could get her hands on some without stepping her foot out of her hospital-given accommodation and of course loads and loads of soft drinks.), watching nine or more seasons of movies and yes, an occasional fuck ( occasional meaning every other night ). Well, when need be, she forced herself into the bathroom to suffer the pains of bathing. It was six pm and she was about throwing herself in the throes of passion with some guy. She giggled childishly. T

  INTRAPERSONAL-one The shrill blaze of her smart alarm woke her from her slumber. It must have been on its third cycle or so. She look at the man drooling by her side and began to suspect that only a fool like she was, would ever think that   staying in bed with this animal that late into the night was going to make her anything but late for her morning shift the next day. He woke up with a start too. He must also be late for his morning shift. He was one of the volunteer doctors from God knows where. And he fucked like he had been starved for years. Maybe, but she could care less. How did she get here? She wondered. She barely managed to go through the motions of her toilette and didn’t even notice when the volunteer doctor slipped out of her room. Sliding gracelessly into her Pontiac, she drove like an enraged maniac. “Nurse Donaldy! Nurse Donaldy! You are needed at theatre three. Nurse Donaldy please report to theatre three immediately.” The blast of a panicky te

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THE MURDER CABINET Rony Brown FINALE   *** Karen I have no idea how long I have been here. There is no day nor is there night. Everything has become one big blend of blackness. They beat me till I beg that they take my life. But just when I seriously believe I am going to breathe my last they nurse me back to health and start the process all over again. Someone is at the door, no there are two voices. It is always worse when it is the two of them. They giggle about something. I hang my head. But I realize that it may be a good thing. Today, I will probably get to know if heaven and hell is real. Too bad I won’t be back to tell anyone. They turn the light up. I see their faces for the first time. Wow! Is that the lecturer from that HIV class? Suddenly, I am filled with venom. “What did I ever do to you?” I scream. Almost simultaneously, I receive this massive blow in the gut. I double over in pain as blood fills my mouth. I did not see it coming. “Allow he