Ever since ancient times, knowing the how and when has made people prosperous. But what if knowledge could also be poisonous?
Don't believe me? Think about it. You've heard the saying curiosity killed the cat… but why did the cat die?
Because it wanted to know.
To know what something was. What it did. What would happen if…
Do you see where I'm going with this?
If you do, congratulations—you're among the few who understand the danger behind knowing too much. If you don't, don't worry. It just means you're more likely to accept the reality you're given… even if it's false.
But I used to be like you.
That was… until the day I died.
Yes—you heard that right. I had to die to truly understand knowledge… to understand the hows and whens.
Ironic, isn't it?
Well then… let me tell you how it all began.
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18 years ago
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[Mombasa Hospital] August 25, 2005 – 9:45 PM
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A middle-aged man stood in a dimly lit hallway, his phone pressed tightly against his ear. His voice was calm, professional—but low enough that only fragments of the conversation could be heard.
Unknown Caller: "So, Dr. Mwenyeji… how is Dhalik doing?"
Dr. Mwenyeji: "Ah, yes. Madam Kali. Dhalik is doing well—he's recovering properly from the surgery. At this rate, he should be fully recovered in a couple of weeks."
There was a brief pause on the other end.
Madam Kali: "That's good to hear. When can he come home?"
Dr. Mwenyeji glanced down at the file in his hand, his expression tightening ever so slightly.
Dr. Mwenyeji: "I'd prefer to keep him here for a few more days. There are still some… tests I'd like to run. But he should be ready for discharge the day after tomorrow."
Another pause—longer this time.
Madam Kali: "Very well. I'll come pick him up in two days. Thank you, Doctor."
Dr. Mwenyeji: "No need for thanks, madam. I'm simply doing my job. I'll see you then."
The line went dead.
Tu… tu… tu…
Dr. Mwenyeji slowly lowered the phone, exhaling under his breath.
"Let's finish the rounds first," he muttered to himself. "Then I'll check on him… these youngsters are always trouble."
Before he could take another step—
Ding dong.
A voice echoed through the hospital speakers.
"Dr. Mwenyeji to Ward 7C, please…"
"I repeat—Dr. Mwenyeji to Ward 7C…"
Dr. Mwenyeji paused, a faint smirk crossing his face.
"Speak of the devil."
He turned toward the corridor leading to Ward 7C.
"Well… I suppose I should check on our little troublemaker first."
He began walking, his footsteps echoing softly through the empty hallway.
Unaware… that this would be the moment everything began to change.
To be continued…