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Its
quarter past two in the afternoon, Banke, a short, dark complexioned lady with a
plump shape that makes her look well rounded, was wearing a low cut hair, that made
her look more manly in her baggy knee length shorts and a white T- shirt. she stood
against the wall of the corridor that led to emergency room at the school clinic, Her
hands were tucked in the shorts, her eyes heavy, she dropped her head and sighed
heavily. O God, Please help Ada. she must not die like this, what has she done
to herself this time around eh?....
i hope she recovers and learn her lesson or could
she be suffering Malaria? or typhoid?
hmmmmm...abi..ah..no oo rara (No)Ada cannot
be pregnant....
Just then a nurse, wearing a blue gown with a grey badge like tag
attached on the left pocket, it held the name Nanfi, came out of the emergence room,
Banke rushed to her...Nurse how is she? what's her condition? any improvement? Calm
down miss, your friend will be fine...just go get her some food and warm water..but
nurse what exactly is the problem? don't worry she will be fine very soon just go
and get her food, she need to take her medications...ok nurse will be right back..Banke
rushed back to the hostel..a tall, three storey building, painted green and white
with purple decorations on the walls..the top of the building was of a pentagon
shape, with a bold writing below it.."WELCOME TO FAIRY FEMALE HOSTEL".
Banke ran pass the gates, and took the stairs on the left, bumping into a cleaner
that was heading down the stairs with a bucket and a moping stick dangling inside
the dirty water in the bucket..the water splashed on Banke's face, staining her
white shirt..the cleaner dropped the bucket in a hurry,trying to help Banke, who
was still wiping her face off the dirty water...An...ty..am.so sorry ma.Banke pushed
her aside, are you mad? eh...what is your problem, cant you see? stupid girl, you
lucky am in a hurry, i would have soaked you in the drainage today....am sorry,
please...get out! banke shouted and rushed upstairs.
Why has she not been picking her calls? Durulo,was
thinking loud..he sat on a mattress kept on the floor.. the room was painted lemon
green, with a cushion chair, close to the door.. well rugged with light Brown curtains.Durulo
was wearing a black nicker and a white singlet reveling his broad chest and well
built arms..he turned to pick his diary under a pillow on the bed,just then he heard
a knock..who's that?its Francis, he opened the door, cautiously...peeping at both
ends..Duru...wetin dey sup? shhhhhh! Durulo said, placing a finger on his lips,
he dragged francis in quickly and lock the door.What is the problem duru...its nothing
serious i suppose but something is not clear...Duru sat on the mattress and francis
sank into the cushion, looking confused...Durulo's phone rang, he quickly answered
the call, Hello, yes..its Johnson Durulo speaking..What!! when?Nooooo....he fell
on the floor, throwing the phone at francis who was standing, with a wild look...who
was it? what happened? She's dead, francis, dead!
TO BE CONTINUED
story is written by DARE PRECIOUS
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