The old man surely has Zovitzki Syndrome. He walks slowly and his legs are apart, just as we learned in class.”Since they couldn’t agree they deci...ed to ask the old man. They approached him and one of the students said to him, “We’re medical students and couldn’t help but notice the way you walk, but we couldn’t agree on the syndrome you might have. Could you tell us what it is?”The old man said, “I’ll tell you, but first you tell me what you two fine medical students think.” The first student. ” He uses the two winches to raise me off the bed about half a foot. He leaves my body hanging. Hanging in mid-air by my ankles and wrists. This is not pleasant. He changes the sheet, mopping up the plastic covering the mattress and my body with the dry end of the soiled sheet. He remakes the bed and winches me down. Then inexplicably, he cranks the winch at the top of the bed and raises my arms several inches further. Now to see anything I must raise my head, and soon my neck is too fatigued. He came back with 15$. I gave a contemplating expression then said we would need to meet him and I asked if it could be arranged. Back on the phone, Kemo said yes and after cutting it off he told us that we could meet him on the way back at the Novotel Ghi hotel in the centre of Conakry. FodeJayne and I sat in the back holding hands. Both of us full of anticipation but also with the unsure feeling of expectation. We chatted to Kemo during the drive and frustratingly as we neared the city. It was the same way I wouldn't force a girl if she said no like she really meant it. I knew a lot of the guys didn't think like that but they were all grown-ups and that was none of my business unless it was one of my sisters, especially Princess.With six sisters, you would think I was in pussy heaven but the simple truth was that the only one for me was my youngest sister Princess and in all honesty I have to admit she was the instigator and the one that kept me on my chain of obscene.