What they wore

I remember what he wore when he cut off the electricity on a Friday, right in the middle of winter. He would not accept evidence of a wrongly dated receipt, even when logic dictated that it was a typo error. He wore his work uniform - light blue. I also remember the doctor, wearing the famous whites, his stethoscope and the way he spoke to his friends and laughed for a whole hour while children wreathed, puked and moaned all around us, because it was a government hospital, and the attending midwife who was busy chatting about her favourite television programme in the maternity ward. I identified the still-born twins who could have made it, had that midwife done what she came to work for.

In my world, you accept these things and life goes on.