Bimpe! Mum called out as she half carried and dragged Michael to the front door. Bimpe! She screamed again still no reply. What was she to do? Her only son was dying and her daughter was too obsessed with her grieving to help. Tola could hear the loud music coming from her daughters room, so she knew it was useless to try and shout any more. She had to find a way to get Michael to a doctor and fast. Life had gotten so hard in six months than it had been her entire life
