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She was running out of time. The water rose far above her waist and she struggled to remain afloat. Holding her nose, she submerged herself into the water to search for an object strong enough to pry open the jammed door. Her observant eyes spotted a crowbar floating aimlessly just a little below and she went in deeper to retrieve it. It was of no use, the door had to be opened from outside and she was sure there were no divers around to help her out. She was trapped inside the car and help didn’t seem eager to come out. Yielding to the impulsive waves, she closed her eyes and waited for the water to swallow her up. There was no point fighting; this was the end. She was going to drown in this river and her body may not even be found. As she struggled with her final breath, she heard a faint sound and opened her eyes suddenly. Someone had yelled her name…


Areya woke up abruptly, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She could almost feel the taste of salt water in her mouth; it had seemed so real just like in the previous dreams. Dr Charles had warned her about certain flashes and dreams she may experience as a result of her brain trying to reconstruct her memory.


“…It’s possible as the week progresses that you might have some confusing dreams or episodes that may shake you up a little. When this happens, you just need to calm yourself and come back here for some therapy sessions that would help you get through them.” The doctor said during her last therapy session before she was discharged. They were seated in folding chairs, opposite each other and she turned her attention to the only item in the room that stood apart: a colored file cabinet. Reya wondered how many file cases were in the cabinet,


“So do I consider these dreams as real or merely my subconscious reacting?” she asked him.


“It depends on the circumstances… perhaps the events that occurred before the dream.” He crossed his legs.


“What about the drug trials... can they have any side effects that could cause these dreams to happen?”


The doctor uncrossed his legs and hesitated a little before answering. “We’ll certainly be looking into that as a side effect, but these drugs aim for the centers of your brain that involve memory storage and because dreaming is about the process of assembling and disassembling memories, it’s possible that the dreams may be partially drug induced.” He said carefully avoiding her eyes.


“So I should stop taking them?”


“Of course not.” He replied immediately letting out a laugh that sounded close to a cough.


She gave him a comatose smile; he was hiding something from her.





“Areya, are you coming down for breakfast?” A voice said, breaking into her thoughts. She was in the guest bedroom at Sita’ house. The doctor had advised that she stayed close to her since the latter was a strong connection to her past life. She hadn’t hesitated. Sita was the only person she trusted to help her get through her present situation.


Reya blinked, Cataleya was still standing, staring at her with questioning eyes. “I’ll be right there Cataleya, I just need a minute.” She forced a smile and waited till her host left. They had barely exchanged words since she arrived at the house four days ago. Sita had introduced her heartily as her cousin but Reya already knew who she was. The devil herself had come home to stay. She fastened the buttons on her pajamas; from the room she could sniff out the smell of bacon and sandwiches- one of Sita’s favorite. Food wasn’t on the list of things she needed now. She was confused, perplexed and terrified. Growing up, she was used to being independent and being able to rely on her instincts and brain power to make her decisions. Now she felt trapped and vulnerable. It wasn’t two days or months, it was two years of a lot of happenings and she had a sick feeling that this was not just an accident……








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Her laugh echoed through the joint office. The one thing she enjoyed more than frustrating Luke was frustrating Luke after a visit to the captain. She had been teasing him about the disaster date he had the previous weekend with an old friend and now he was almost turning red. He shoved her away playfully as he picked up his buzzing trackphone and pushed the ‘answer’ button.


“Luke Casper speaking,” He said to the caller. “Yes, he is the one. We were informed last week…when?” His eyes darkened a little, “Sure, we’ll be right on it. Thanks for the heads up.” He ended the call.


“What is it?” She asked him wide-eyed.


“Brandon is the next target.” He replied, running his hands through his hair.


“What do you mean? Who called?” She inquired nervously, already clearing up her table. Brandon was her ex-boyfriend.


“Hannah”


“I thought we were clear on that Luke, no personal involvement.” Her eyes watered.


“I know, I know. I don’t know how it happened. I took him off the radar just as you request.” Luke replied shutting down his system. They had to act fast if they wanted to help him. He locked his cabinets and drawers and turned off his office pager. She was already making her way out of the office.


“Sophia?” He made a move to stop her.


“What?” She shot him an incensed look.


“There is another seeker out there. That is the only explanation. You can’t afford to do this on your own.”


“Watch me.” She said through clenched teeth and walked away. The door made a loud bang and Luke collapsed on the chair, hands on his head. He felt a slight tickle on the cheek, his hand band stroke the side of his cheek gently and lingered there. He pulled it off and stared at it. It was a grey band made up of the different things his sister loves… loved. The last object was a wooden lioness with a crown on her head. Just at the center of the crown was a blue diamond that sparkled only when reflected by the sun. He felt a wave of sadness. The band was the only object that was recovered from her body. He quivered as the horrid image of her charred corpse flashed through his mind. He swallowed and shoved the band into his right pocket making sure it could still receive signals as he couldn’t afford to stay far away from the object. He had a duty to carry out. His sister had paid dearly for her carelessness, he wasn’t about to let Sophia do the same. He dialed her number and she answered on the 2nd ring.


“Where are you?” he asked her hoping she hadn’t done anything stupid.


“Your apartment.” She replied flatly.


“What are you doing there?” He made a mental note to change his locks.


“Waiting for you to get over yourself and come help me save Brandon’s life.” Her voice was gentle.


He chuckled. One of the things he loved about her…one of the many reasons she made a good Bluecorp agent.


Luke’s apartment.


“Did Hannah say Brandon Allister or just Brandon? Sophia asked in a frustrated voice. They had been scanning through the database trying to find out who ordered the ‘extraction’ on Brandon but their search yielded nothing-Not even Luke’s expertise in software analysis was helping matters.


“If it wasn’t Brandon, she wouldn’t have told us. Try his cell again.” He said while writing some programs. They were trained software analysts specially recruited into the corporation to monitor clients-both incoming and outgoing. Luke’s unusual smartness was noticed at the age of 10 when he wrote the value of pi to 700 decimal places at a go. He had always been the perfect son; well-behaved and cool headed. His sister Michelle was not any different from him, her photographic memory was undisputable. After their parents’ death, they moved to Arizona to live with their Aunt. There, they came face to face with the real word, the fact that everything wasn’t as it seemed dawned on them soon enough. Gradually, they came to terms with their dilemma. It was either Bluecorp or “the streets”.


“Still switched off.” Sophia said. She paced about for a while trying to come up with an alternative on communicating with Brandon without exposing herself or Luke. The trackphone was the only way she could talk to him. She had specially designed one for him when they were still together. Brandon hated intrusion, he loved his privacy more than anything in the world, she included; she soon got to find out.


“You know he can take care of himself right?” Luke asked her after another failed attempt.


“Someone wants him under for a reason. You know Brandon, he is always into trouble or the other. Fine, he can take care of himself but can he withstand the pressure? He is a memory person, he hardly forgets things. Do you really think he can live normally after that?” Sophia pointed out, her face portraying emotion.


“You still love him, don’t you?” Luke gave her a lopsided grin. Her phone buzzed before she could reply. She dived for it, assuming it was Brandon.


“Brandon?”


“Hello Sophia” said an all- too-familiar voice with a tone of hatred. Sophia flashed Luke a danger glance and he started tracking the call. “Don’t bother calling his cell anymore cos in the next ten seconds your “Brandon love” would be dead. Just wanted to give you the good news, have a great day Sophia dear.” The phone clicked……

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It took great effort to finally open her eyes. Her vision was blurred as different images clashed. Through her mental haze, she locked onto a tall man in a white lab coat probably in his forties. He held a writing pad as he conversed with some nurses who seemed to be taking notes. She tried to sit up and two of the nurses immediately rushed to prop her up. Her head ached badly. The man in the white coat seemed a little shocked to see her sit up and he came over to her bed and checked her pulse.



“Welcome back Areya.” He said with a gentle smile detaching the stethoscope from his ear.



Welcome back from what? She thought as he started a physical examination on her. “I’m Dr. Charles and I’ve been the doctor in charge of your case.” She could only nod as the words didn’t make any effort to come out. She scanned the room for familiar faces, still disoriented. A woman sat on the couch just by the window, her hands on her chin looking rather lugubrious. A lady and a guy stood with their backs turned to her, talking in hushed tones. She was in a hospital no doubt. Who were these people? What was she doing here?



“I must say you are a very lucky girl Miss Philip, most people don’t come back from these types of accidents.” The doctor said. Accident? What accident? She was in an accident… when, after college? She tried to remember but random images collided in her mind in a wreck that could not be construed as an explanation: Preparing for her professional exams, taking pictures with patty, Sita’s birthday party...Sita! Where was Sita?



“I suggest you relax Areya, you don’t have to stress yourself any further, and whatever explanations you seek would be made available to you soonest.” The doctor said perhaps sensing her hazy state. Something blue flashed in her face. She turned her head; it was a blue ring on his index finger. Something about the ring bothered her but she couldn’t explain why. Just then the door opened and a lady burst in. she had jet black hair and hazel eyes. Her jaw was firm and well chiseled. Reya didn’t need to look twice, she knew who she was. Sita hugged her best friend tightly and heaved a sigh of relief. “I came as soon as I heard you were awake. Girl am I glad you are alright. You got me soooo worried! Thank you, thank you, and thank you for not dying on me.” Sita said visibly relieved.



“What happened? How long have I been here?” Reya finally spoke glad to see a familiar face.



“Six weeks.” Her best friend replied.



“Six weeks? I was in a coma for six weeks? He said I was in an accident, what accident? How did it happen? When did it happen?” She bombarded Sita with questions.



“Y—you don’t remember?” Sita was surprised; she exchanged glances with Dr. Charles and he gave his patient a puzzled look.



“No, I don’t seem to remember, what happened?”



“You were driving, the brakes failed and your car landed in the river” Sita started to explain but her friend was already shaking her head. “That can’t be true, I don’t drive, and I’ve not even gotten my license.” She shrugged, slightly amused. Sita’s smile petered out and the doctor gave her a reassuring smile. He urged them to excuse him as he wanted to examine his patient alone. That was when she noticed him-he had been standing at the edge of her bed holding Sita, arms crossed. His worry lined-forehead tripped some wires in Areya’s head that said friendly. His eyes held hers and he smiled almost imperceptibly, hopefully. Her mind held no recognition but he was a relief to her senses, a warm sympathetic object in an unfamiliar cold room, whoever he was, she was certain she knew him. She smiled at him but he wasn’t looking as he was making his way out of the room with Sita’s head rested on his shoulder. Areya felt a stab of pain in her chest. Who was this guy and why did she feel like she knew him personally? Why was he holding Sita? She blinked. Dr Charles was saying something.



“…… Your CT scans are good, MRIs are clean, No TBI though they are not the most reliable considering you are on a drug trial.”



She had no idea what he was talking about.



“If everything goes according to plan, you would be discharged in no time.” He said cheerfully and she noticed the blue ring again. “I know you need to rest so I would leave you now and check back on you later. If you need anything, just press the button.” He added, patted her shoulder and made his way towards the door.



“Doctor Charles,” she called after him.



“Yes?”



“What date is it today?” Areya asked, not knowing what else to say.



“September 15th 2009.” He replied.



She felt her chest muscles tighten, September 2009? What happened in January? She tried to remember, nothing.

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2008? Nothing.



2007? Nothing.



That was when she began to shiver. Sita had said she drove her car into the river. She didn’t drive at least that was what she remembered. Does it mean she had obtained her license already? If she had, she would remember wouldn’t she? It’s too much of a detail not to remember. The doctor said she had been here for six weeks. Six weeks from where? She closed her eyes. Where was the last place she remembered visiting… Patty’s house but that was after Sita’s birthday. Could she have had the accident on her way back? Was there anyone else in the car with her? How come she didn’t remember anything after 2006? How much more had she forgotten? She had heard of cases where people lose their memory after an accident. Could that be her case? What was happening?... suddenly, it dawned on her as she opened her eyes; her face white in fear, something had taken away two years of her memory!...........

SEEKERS



PROLOGUE

…….Have you ever been in a totally new situation yet felt it was familiar and that you could have experienced it in the past? Did you meet someone for the first time but had the feeling that you have met him or her before? Or what about being in a new place but felt like you have been there before.........I know what you are thinking, “that’s déjà vu”. But here is the bombshell. It’s not, so think again.


The total population of our world today exceeds 7 billion. Africa’s population increases exponentially with almost a billion people in its continent. In West Africa alone, we have nothing less than 300 million people and counting-At least ten percent of these people are SEEkERS. Biology gives you a brain; life turns it into a mind. The human brain has been impeccably designed to possess massive storage capacity. We have been allowed the freedom to determine what we do with our memories choosing which one to focus on and which one to ignore. We are already aware that the hippocampus is responsible for moving short term memory into long term memory, but how do we explain the science behind memory loss?


Contrary to what you think you know about this, most memory losses are intentional, a deliberate act initiated by a group of people with powerful ambitions. They help you remember but can make you forget and if they feel a little giddy, can erase you completely. Behind every accident-induced memory loss or “senior moments” conceals a motive, a reason. That feeling of déjà vu is more than just “new familiarity”. As a matter of fact, it is a necessity. This organization ensures everything is put in the order they have designed hence they position agents all over the world to manage this “business”-this agents call themselves seekers. The best part about it is you don’t know who these agents are. They are our best friends and our worse enemies. It could be the vendor just by the corner of your street or your boss in your place of work. It could be that kind neighbor of yours that brings chocolates during Christmas or the little girl who begs for alms at the market place. They are visible and yet invisible and all they do is seek. Sita was a seeker but this is not her story……………….
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Written by a medical student, CMUL, UNILAG. Posted on Nairaland by a dental student, CMUL, UNILAG. Please your comments would be highly Encouraging thanks
WATCH OUT FOR THE EPISODES

EPILOGUE SEEKERS



PROLOGUE

…….Have you ever been in a totally new situation yet felt it was familiar and that you could have experienced it in the past? Did you meet someone for the first time but had the feeling that you have met him or her before? Or what about being in a new place but felt like you have been there before.........I know what you are thinking, “that’s déjà vu”. But here is the bombshell. It’s not, so think again.


The total population of our world today exceeds 7 billion. Africa’s population increases exponentially with almost a billion people in its continent. In West Africa alone, we have nothing less than 300 million people and counting-At least ten percent of these people are SEEkERS. Biology gives you a brain; life turns it into a mind. The human brain has been impeccably designed to possess massive storage capacity. We have been allowed the freedom to determine what we do with our memories choosing which one to focus on and which one to ignore. We are already aware that the hippocampus is responsible for moving short term memory into long term memory, but how do we explain the science behind memory loss?


Contrary to what you think you know about this, most memory losses are intentional, a deliberate act initiated by a group of people with powerful ambitions. They help you remember but can make you forget and if they feel a little giddy, can erase you completely. Behind every accident-induced memory loss or “senior moments” conceals a motive, a reason. That feeling of déjà vu is more than just “new familiarity”. As a matter of fact, it is a necessity. This organization ensures everything is put in the order they have designed hence they position agents all over the world to manage this “business”-this agents call themselves seekers. The best part about it is you don’t know who these agents are. They are our best friends and our worse enemies. It could be the vendor just by the corner of your street or your boss in your place of work. It could be that kind neighbor of yours that brings chocolates during Christmas or the little girl who begs for alms at the market place. They are visible and yet invisible and all they do is seek. Sita was a seeker but this is not her story……………….

EPSODE 1
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It took great effort to finally open her eyes. Her vision was blurred as different images clashed. Through her mental haze, she locked onto a tall man in a white lab coat probably in his forties. He held a writing pad as he conversed with some nurses who seemed to be taking notes. She tried to sit up and two of the nurses immediately rushed to prop her up. Her head ached badly. The man in the white coat seemed a little shocked to see her sit up and he came over to her bed and checked her pulse.



“Welcome back Areya.” He said with a gentle smile detaching the stethoscope from his ear.



Welcome back from what? She thought as he started a physical examination on her. “I’m Dr. Charles and I’ve been the doctor in charge of your case.” She could only nod as the words didn’t make any effort to come out. She scanned the room for familiar faces, still disoriented. A woman sat on the couch just by the window, her hands on her chin looking rather lugubrious. A lady and a guy stood with their backs turned to her, talking in hushed tones. She was in a hospital no doubt. Who were these people? What was she doing here?



“I must say you are a very lucky girl Miss Philip, most people don’t come back from these types of accidents.” The doctor said. Accident? What accident? She was in an accident… when, after college? She tried to remember but random images collided in her mind in a wreck that could not be construed as an explanation: Preparing for her professional exams, taking pictures with patty, Sita’s birthday party...Sita! Where was Sita?



“I suggest you relax Areya, you don’t have to stress yourself any further, and whatever explanations you seek would be made available to you soonest.” The doctor said perhaps sensing her hazy state. Something blue flashed in her face. She turned her head; it was a blue ring on his index finger. Something about the ring bothered her but she couldn’t explain why. Just then the door opened and a lady burst in. she had jet black hair and hazel eyes. Her jaw was firm and well chiseled. Reya didn’t need to look twice, she knew who she was. Sita hugged her best friend tightly and heaved a sigh of relief. “I came as soon as I heard you were awake. Girl am I glad you are alright. You got me soooo worried! Thank you, thank you, and thank you for not dying on me.” Sita said visibly relieved.



“What happened? How long have I been here?” Reya finally spoke glad to see a familiar face.



“Six weeks.” Her best friend replied.



“Six weeks? I was in a coma for six weeks? He said I was in an accident, what accident? How did it happen? When did it happen?” She bombarded Sita with questions.



“Y—you don’t remember?” Sita was surprised; she exchanged glances with Dr. Charles and he gave his patient a puzzled look.



“No, I don’t seem to remember, what happened?”



“You were driving, the brakes failed and your car landed in the river” Sita started to explain but her friend was already shaking her head. “That can’t be true, I don’t drive, and I’ve not even gotten my license.” She shrugged, slightly amused. Sita’s smile petered out and the doctor gave her a reassuring smile. He urged them to excuse him as he wanted to examine his patient alone. That was when she noticed him-he had been standing at the edge of her bed holding Sita, arms crossed. His worry lined-forehead tripped some wires in Areya’s head that said friendly. His eyes held hers and he smiled almost imperceptibly, hopefully. Her mind held no recognition but he was a relief to her senses, a warm sympathetic object in an unfamiliar cold room, whoever he was, she was certain she knew him. She smiled at him but he wasn’t looking as he was making his way out of the room with Sita’s head rested on his shoulder. Areya felt a stab of pain in her chest. Who was this guy and why did she feel like she knew him personally? Why was he holding Sita? She blinked. Dr Charles was saying something.



“…… Your CT scans are good, MRIs are clean, No TBI though they are not the most reliable considering you are on a drug trial.”



She had no idea what he was talking about.



“If everything goes according to plan, you would be discharged in no time.” He said cheerfully and she noticed the blue ring again. “I know you need to rest so I would leave you now and check back on you later. If you need anything, just press the button.” He added, patted her shoulder and made his way towards the door.



“Doctor Charles,” she called after him.



“Yes?”



“What date is it today?” Areya asked, not knowing what else to say.



“September 15th 2009.” He replied.



She felt her chest muscles tighten, September 2009? What happened in January? She tried to remember, nothing.



2008? Nothing.



2007? Nothing.



That was when she began to shiver. Sita had said she drove her car into the river. She didn’t drive at least that was what she remembered. Does it mean she had obtained her license already? If she had, she would remember wouldn’t she? It’s too much of a detail not to remember. The doctor said she had been here for six weeks. Six weeks from where? She closed her eyes. Where was the last place she remembered visiting… Patty’s house but that was after Sita’s birthday. Could she have had the accident on her way back? Was there anyone else in the car with her? How come she didn’t remember anything after 2006? How much more had she forgotten? She had heard of cases where people lose their memory after an accident. Could that be her case? What was happening?... suddenly, it dawned on her as she opened her eyes; her face white in fear, something had taken away two years of her memory!...........
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AUTHOR: ABBY

Be Inspired!!!

This is a special poem for Nigeria I tweeted to Mr Abati. The special Adviser to the President MMedia and publicity. I would appreciate your comments.

What a beautiful nation
What a sweet sensation
A nation of strength
With resources to reach the zenith
A nation blessed with Einsteins
And people of great acumens
A nation of might
A nation that is beautifully bedight
A nation with great resources
Endowed with brilliances
A nation that is still standing despite oppositions
A nation that is standing despite aggressions
What a great feeling of euphoria!
We are blessed with Nigeria.
By Joshua Idowu

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