Wale had just said his morning prayers: a
constant recitation for the past ten years since
he graduated, but today there was something
new in his Prayers And The way he presented
them was like one who had confidence that his
prayers were about to be answered. He prayed
“o lord, let my name be in the admission list “.
He was jerked into reality by a sudden blow
to the head which was painfully administered by
his Mother, who viewed sleep as the cause of
his predicament and was trying to avoid a repeat
performance this year; He would have tried
Explaining, had the second blow not struck his
Chin. He sluggishly and grudgingly rose from his
bed and uttered some intelligible words which
were meant to be greetings but had not served
its purpose as his mom gave the Finishing strike
which had it struck with greater intensity would
have left wale temporarily dazed. This kind of
scenario and events had characterized Wales’s
life Since He Graduated from senior secondary
School and failed to secure a place in a tertiary
institution.
At about 10am, that morning, after doing his
chores, taking his bath and Breakfast he
proceeded to the newspaper stand to get the
newspaper daily’s in which the admission list
would appear, as he held the paper in his hands,
his heart raced, beating an uncoordinated
rhythm. After a brief prayer he browsed through
the pages until he found the page containing the
admission’s list—There It Was, He searched
painstakingly for his name but after ten failed
attempts he gave up trying—His Name Wasn’t
on the list, He suddenly felt dizzy, his legs
wobbled, he wouldn’t be standing for long, his
uneasiness was noticed by the newspaper
vendor who tried rendering some meaningful
assistance, But all this were to no avail-Wale
was Out.
He regained consciousness to an unfamiliar
environment, there were women in white gowns,
people on beds like the one he was in, it finally
dawned that he was in a hospital, His mom had
been contacted and had left her stall
immediately she learned of the incident, Now
She Was approaching the entrance to the
hospital, on getting into the hospital she met the
nurse on duty who then checked The hospital
records for the incident and individual requested,
Wale’s name was on it—yes!!! It was the third
name on the admission list for the day.
At about 5pm on that fateful day, Wale’s
wish/Prayer had been answered in an ironical
Manner—Wale had prayed for his name to be on
the admissions list, His name was on the
admissions list-That of The HOSPITAL.

should I follow up or..

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