Life, Above All Page #3

They're crazy!

A good thing my sister and brothers

are at our uncle's.

Otherwise they'd live like me.

Sorry your mother is sick.

Who says that?

Nobody. You miss school a lot.

Looking after a family is hard.

And I saw her with a cane.

Not a cane, a walking stick,

to avoid stumbling at the cemetery.

You're my best friend.

- I do love you.

- What do you mean?

- She's very thin.

- She's fine!

You may be clever,

but you can be so stupid.

- Talk like that is stupid!

- My parents said so too.

- So what?

- You think she's different?

- Will your aunt care for you?

- Shut up, Esther!

- It's just that...

- That's enough!

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

Esther, it's not...

Forgive me. I'm sorry, Esther.

Mama.

You still think about Papa?

It was hard, darling.

The family abandoned us.

You were already on the way.

I know you don't like Mrs. Tafa...

...but she was there

for your father and me.

She helped us a lot.

It's not her.

It's you who worked so hard.

I was naive, my darling.

I was in love.

A village girl.

I didn't know what would happen...

...if I disobeyed.

I was courageous...

...but I was too ignorant...

...to manage...

...to do what I wanted to do.

But you, my darling...

...you're smarter...

...than I was.

You amaze me.

She's resting.

- I have to speak to your mother.

- She has a headache.

When my Emmanuel was killed,

I slept all the time.

But life goes on.

The headache will go away.

Hello!

- We are fine!

- Fine.

Tell her I have a plan.

I won't budge until then!

Tell her I have a plan.

You're going to love Dr. Chilume.

He's a genius.

He has six degrees.

They're hanging on the walls...

...framed with gold seals

and red ribbons.

He can cure anything.

Cancer, colitis, TB.

He knows everything.

This other thing too.

He has a secret potion.

I wonder if his potion

can also cure farting.

Do you remember?

My father built that.

If he's so rich,

it's because he's the best.

So smarten up.

Breathe. Again.

Again.

You're suffering from insomnia...

...depression and rheumatism.

Can you help me?

Yes. I have all sorts of remedies.

Before long,

you'll be feeling better.

And you'll quickly be back

to your normal life.

Doctor, how much will it cost?

Six hundred rands.

- I can't afford that.

- You can't afford not to.

Dr. Chilume,

are these your degrees?

Yes, indeed.

All your medicine

comes from Herbatex?

You seem like a well-educated girl.

That's true.

She reads my mail to me.

She's clever.

Scholarship material.

Should I read them to you?

I think I can offer an alternative

remedy for your mother.

Doctor, will it be just as good?

And cheaper?

Chanda! How rude!

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