Professor Abraham
"She's positive..."
"What!" I took her off before she could finish.
This is not possible; how could she be?.
I mean, we have been together for all these days, and nothing has happened between us.
Or could it be that? No. She's such a good student, and I don't think that she could have been sleeping around.
In fact, she was even chosen to come to this field trip because of her hard work and dedication.
"No, I think you are mistaken; she can't be pregnant," I say, panicked.
I never thought that I'd be panicked on the day that I'd hear that, but here I am.
"No, Prof., I didn't mean to say that she is pregnant," the doctor says.
So then, what does she mean?.
If she isn't pregnant, then what is wrong with her?.
"I have done the pregnancy test as well, and just like you said, she isn't pregnant yet," she continues.
"So, what's wrong with her then?" I ask.
"She's suffering from malaria, I'm afraid," she says.
Oh my goodness! I don't really know which is worse.
How could her immune system fight with that? I mean, she has never visited Africa before, and she won't be able to fight off this new disease in her body.
I hate to say it, but it seems to me that she would rather be pregnant than suffer from what she's suffering from right now.
"But luckily, it's still in its early stages, so we might be able to get rid of it; thank goodness the symptoms showed quite early," she continues.
Well, thank goodness for that, then.
"And she's also suffering from a cold that is not severe; a few cough syrups will do the trick," she says, smiling at me.
"I'll keep her under observation for the next few days just to see how she'll be faring," she says.
"Thank you very much, doctor." I thank her.
"You don't have to thank me, Prof.; I'm just doing my job, and I'm glad that I could be of help," she says while getting up.
"Let me go check up on her," she says.
We walked back into the tent together, and she did all the examinations that she was supposed to do on her and gave her all the medications that she needed.
"Make sure she takes them all on time, ok?" she reminds me for the nth time.
"Sure Doc. I will," I assure her.
"Let me get going then; do call me when there's any change," she says.
I escort her out of the tent before I come back in.
I sit there besides her, watching her sleep peacefully.
I do hope that she gets well soon.
I really miss the smile on her face.
I decided to leave her be for now and walked away to the balcony once again.
Soon, restless sleep enveloped me as well.
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Mike
Gosh! I hate this man. He is so full of himself.
What does he really think of himself?.
Just because he is Nina's husband, that doesn't mean he should be oppressing her like that.
She is a human being for goodness sake as well.
The way he kept on bullying her is just too much. And not to talk, he is old.
I wonder how old he is?. Like a hundred maybe?.
Whatever, but I am sure going to continue being her friend as long as she wants me to. 
She is the only person who can ask me to stay away from her, and I might oblige. But I ain't making any promises about that as well.
Finally, I reached the tent where we are living. 
"Halo, una shida gani, karibu ukanyage kwa miguu yangu?" one of my roommates asks. Hey, what is wrong with you? You almost stepped on my feet.
I ignored him as I walked over to sit on my bed. It's a double bunk bed, and so I almost hit my head. 
"Tazama hapo kijana, mbona leo haupo?" our group leader asks. (Watch it there young lad, why are you so absentminded today?).
"Ni kwamba Prof au chochote anachofikiria anajiita" I answered, still absentminded. (It's that Prof or whatever he thinks he calls himself).
"Haya, mbona unakosa heshima, ni mzee wako na mtu anayeheshimika hapa" the group leader cautioned. (Hey, why are you being so disrespectful, he is your elder and a well respected person around here).
Well, that seems to explain why he walks here, as if he owns the place.
"Sijali, anapaswa kujiheshimu tu na kuzingatia mambo yake mwenyewe" I rant out. (I don't care, he should just respect himself and mind his own business).
Whenever I am angry,I just blurt out whatever it is in my mind, not caring who is there and how it might affect them.
"Prof alikufanyia nini hadi unamfanyia fujo namna hiyo?" the group leader asks. (What did the Prof do to you that you are making a fuss about him like that?).
That seems to have gotten my attention so far as I was now looking straight at him.
"Je, unaweza kuamini ujasiri wa mtu huyo, uhmm, unakumbuka msichana tuliyemwokoa juzi, sivyo?" I ask. (Could you believe the nerve of that man? Uhmm, you remember the girl we rescued the other day, right?).
Yes, of course they well remember her; she's not an easy person to forget as it is.
"Ndiyo, vipi kuhusu yeye?" he asks back. (Yes, what about her?).
"Naam, inaonekana, ni mke wa Prof," I answer. (Well, apparently, she is the professor's wife.).
"Nini!" almost half the room shouted. (What!).
"Hapana, hajaolewa, msichana mdogo kama huyo aolewe vipi na huyo mzee?" one of my companions asks. (No, she's not married; how could a young girl like that be married, and that too to an old man?).
Of course, he is on the same boat as me.
"Ndivyo nilivyofikiria pia," I say. (That is what I thought as well.).
"Hivi hiyo ina uhusiano gani na wewe kumkasirikia, Prof?" the group leader asks. (So, what does that have to do with you being angry at the professor?)
"Kila kitu bila shaka, unaweza kuamini kwamba mwanaume, alikuwa akiniuliza niachane naye, ana uhusiano gani na urafiki wangu naye?" I ask. (Of course, everything.) Could you believe that man? He was asking me to stay away from her; what's his business with my friendship with her?
"Kwa sababu ni mke wake," one of my friends answers. (Because she is his wife.).
I glared at him, which made him shut up.
"Basi vipi ikiwa yeye ni mke wake, hiyo haimaanishi kwamba bado ana haki ya kudhibiti maisha yake sasa sivyo?" I ask. (So what if she is his wife? That doesn't mean that he still has the right to control her life, does he?).
"Ehhhn..." he trails but still doesn't finish.
Of course, most men try to dominate their wives; that's a common thing, but I thought that thing was left in the past.
"Sikiliza Mike," the group leader calls me. (Listen Mike).
He usually doesn't call me by my name, unless it's something serious.
He sits up right, as he was leaning on his left hand before.
"Najua umekuwa ukivutiwa na huyu binti tangu mwanzo, lakini sikusema chochote wakati huo kwa sababu nilidhani ni msichana mdogo tu na ninapenda kuona watu wakipenda, lakini hapana," he paused. (I know you've felt attracted to this girl since the beginning, but I didn't say anything then because I thought she was just a single young girl, and I do love to see people fall in love, but now it's a different case.).
"Kwanza ameolewa na juu yake ni mke wa Prof., unajua umuhimu wa hilo?" he asks. (First of all, she is married, and on top of that, she is the professor's wife, so you know how important that is, right?).
Of course I don't, and I don't care. 
"Kwa hivyo ningependekeza ukae mbali naye," he says before lying back down. (So I'd suggest you just stay away from her.).
"Ndio, fanya tu anavyosema na usilete shida, tunaweza kukatazwa kuwinda tena msituni kwa sababu hiyo," one of the men chimed in. (Yes, just do as he says and don't create trouble; we might even be forbidden to hunt in the jungles again because of that.).
And why? Just because of a lady who happens to be some important person's wife?.
Well, I'd like to see them try.
"Kwa nini wangefanya hivyo, si kama yeye ndiye alianzisha bustani hiyo au chochote kile," I huffed. (Why would they do that? It's not like he founded the park or anything.).
"Kweli tunakuonya tu na kama wanasema, yule aliyeangamizwa alianza na sikio kiziwi," the guy says and turns to get on with his activities. (Well, we are just warning you, and as they say, the one who was destroyed started with a deaf ear.).
Why does everyone want to side with that man?. What's so special about him, huh?.
I got up and left the room as well. If they all seem to admire the professor, then they can continue doing so. As for me, I'll continue with what I feel is right, and no one can stop me.