FUNERAL ALREADY?

After vomiting the whole night while sick with malaria, I was told that our church leaders from the villages were waiting to see me. The bedroom I was in also functioned as the sala. After welcoming them with water, as is the local custom, and before they could tell the reason for their visit, I whimpered, ‘are you here to discuss my funeral?’ ‘No, no, no,’ they emphatically replied in chorus.