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At hospital



"What happened to him" asked the doctor.
"He was unconscious for a long period of time" Mr A replied.
"Youngman, how are you feeling now? " the doctor asked Wiz Khalifa.
"Am feeling better now " he replied as he is now opening his eyes little by little.
"Ah I thank God, Ah God you are Mighty, Glory be to God" his mum retorted.
"We will discharge him by next week but I will prescribe some drugs for him"
"Sir please see me in my office" The doctor beckoned Mr A into his office.
"Okay sir. Right away"
Mr A followed the doctor into his well air conditioned and we'll furnished comfy office.
"You are welcome sir"
"Yes sir" Mr A said.
"Is he your son? " the doctor asked.
"Yes he is my step son. "
"How did he ate poison? "
The doctor hit the nail on the head.
"What?? Poison? " Mr A was shocked.
"Yes and with the dosage in his system, I don't think that he can escape it"
"Yee My God!! "
"Please calm down sir" the doctor admonished.
"So doctor what do you suggest now? " Mr A asked innocently.
"I would like to suggest that you should not tell your wife about it. Shebi she is the mother? " he asked.
"Yess, Yes, Yessir "
"That lady cannot escape two week before he will kick the bucket"
"Yee My God, This is Serious!! "
"So I will advice you to use your native wisdom here" the doctor advised Mr A.
"Alright sir. Thank you very much sir. May the Almighty God continue to reward and bless you sir"
Amen, You are welcome sir"



Mr A rose. He was stunned. What is he going to do now? He was dumbfounded and short of ideas. Well he has no option than to play by the Doctor's script. He brought out his white handkerchief and wiped his face.
He walked briefly along the patient populated ward till he reached where his step son was lying on the bed.
"What did the doctor said? " Mrs C asked him.
He refused to answer her and continued with what he wanted to do.
"Let's be going home" he said without looking at her.
"He will be fine. Have you collected all his drugs? " he asked all of them
"Nicki Minaj oya, go and collect his drugs.Pack all the flasks and coolers into the booth of the car"
"Is Don Jazzy still around or he has left? "
"He said that he will come back in the evening that he has a meeting to do with politicians and BUKOLA SARAKI"
"Let's go" Mr A spare out angrily.
"He held Wiz Khalifa 's hand and the other arm was curled around his neck.
Gently they all trooped out of the ward.
Mrs C greeted the patients that were still in the ward goodbye and they greets her in return.

At home

Friends and loved ones have gathered together to greet him at home. They welcomed them all. Their flasks and cooker were all brought out of the car.
"Wizkid, take this key and go and give to Mrs Don Jazzy, tell her that we have comeback from the hospital"
Minutes later Mrs Don Jazzy came with a sober face.
"How is he feeling now? Ah eeya thank God oh!! "Aah sorry, Pele, eehya " she sympathised with him.
"What of his drugs? "
The house was dull and unlively. If a pin dropped, you would hear it's sound. Those that were around were either boiling hot water in the kitchen or washing clothes of the sick person. If you wanted to talk, you would do so only in whispers.
Everyone right now watched his or her mouth to avoid being implicated by the tongue.

At Berlin
Nuru Marli was the one that the meat poisoned trap conspiracy ought to catch but as Providence would have it, he travelled.
He was the only one at home. Everyone has left for work, school or businesses. His younger sister, Asa had gone to Senior Secondary School, she was preparing for her SSCE.
Mrs B also is a Federal Government worker, she usually comes back after six or five thirty and will be complaining of body pains and backache all the time. She had blankly told Nuru Marli earlier no to be at all the food in the house before she comes back.
This usually infuriates Nuru Marli because he cooks by himself when he was in Istanbul.
"Let me go and visit my friend" he thought in his mind.
As he was about to open the door, his younger sister entered.
"Ah good afternoon oh! " she greeted.
"Ah welcome, how was school? " he replied.
"Twas fain! " she said.
"Is there any food in the kitchen? " she asked.
"Check now!! The rice that you cooked in the morning remained! "
"OoohKay" she answered him.
Like a hungry lion, she devoured the food inside the pot. Her mum warned them earlier not to eat inside the pot, not to cook with kerosene, not to cook with gas, but to always use firewood or charcoal.
But right now, she is still at work and they are now emperors and kings of the house. They can do what they like.
"Am going out" Nuru Marli told her.
"Okay bye, greet them for me" she joked.
"You are not serious " he laughed and shut the door.





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Wiz Khalifa was a little bit feeling better by now. Like the doctor said, the poison has spread from his blood on to his organs like like the kidney, liver and heart. There is no way that he can escape death. He is just like a ticking time bomb waiting to be pressed at any moment.
Mr A was only the one who knew this. He was restless. How is he going to live with this? Won't the people..............



to be continued............. he replied.

AT BERLIN

When Nuru Marli got home, everyone has slept, he went to the window side to call his mum to open the door for him.
She rose, went to the door and unbolted the latch behind it. Kre kre ke ke, it cried in the silence of the night like a hungry baby waiting to suck its mummy's tits.

"Good evening ma" he greeted her.
"Good evening, why do you always love keeping late nights like this? A well disciplined person doesn't keep late nights. Look at the time, what says your time now? It's past 2am. Past 2am huh?" she scolded.
" I am sorry, it was hold up"
"Don't tell me sorry oh! I don't want to hear sorry. How are you? How is your daddy? Mrs C? Her children? How is everyone in Istanbul? "
"We are all fine. We thank God. Thanks. "
"What will you eat? We didn't have any food for you ooh?" she asked.
"No problem, I will eat in the morning. Let me go and sleep" he yawned as he walked slowly into his room.
"He hmmmm hmmmm! See him! Istanbul -Berlin, Berlin -instanbul, Istanbul to Berlin conductor!!! They will have recognised your face at the garage!! "she joked mocking him.
He didn't even bother to answer her. He walked lazily to his room and dropped like a log of wood on the bed.

At instanbul

Mr A went inside the toilet to excrete. He flushed and flushed but the water closet didn't bring forth water. He was fed up, he stood up, wrapped his towel and went out of his room.
"Where is Wiz Khalifa? " he was now getting angry.
"Wiz Khalifa! Wiz Khalifa!! Wiz Khalifa!!! Wiz Khalifa!!!! " he yelled at the top of his voice but no one responded.
Mr A angrily pushed open the door to Wiz Khalifa 's room, he carried a torch light in his left hand. he shone it on the body lying almost breathless on the bed.
"Wiz Khalifa!, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa!!!! " he shook him rigorously but all to no avail.
"Celine Dion, Celine Dion, Celine Dion" the whole house reverberated and echoed at the loud yells emanating from Mr A as he was dumbfounded.
Celine Dion heard the call but she ignored him and continued to watch her film.
"Mummy, Mummy, Daddy is calling you" Wizkid reported.
You might be wondering what made it so difficult for her to respond quickly. They live in a six bedroom flat with sitting room, dinning, kitchen, garage, lobby, passage, walk ways, and lounge. Each room is fitted with its own toilet and bathroom, the visitors room share the same bathroom and toilet with the sitting room. Most often, the sitting room is usually dusty, abandoned and unkempt. Everyone will burrow inside their rooms and seldom come out to the sitting room. Except there is a guest or general meeting or prayer, that is the only time that the sitting room is made use of.
"Where is he?" she rose sluggishly from the bed and took a piece of cloth to tie her hair. It was her scarf.
"Nicki Minaj come" she said. They went together and arrived inside Wiz Khalifa's room. He was lifeless on the bed.
"Ah My God, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, I am doomed! Ah God! Ah My Life, Yeeeeeeee!!!! Help me!!! Help me!!! Please carry him, carry him, Aaaaaah! Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Ah, Yeah God, help me, help me, help me!!! " she cried.
"Wasn't I calling you since that you didn't answer? " Mr A snarled at her.
She was now sobbing. Tears were dropping from her eyes. Collectively, they carried him off the bed.
"Go and call Don Jazzy to bring out his car for me. Tell him that it is Wiz Khalifa. Go!!! Fast!!! "
He tormented Tiwa Savage.
"Yeeeees Siiiiiiir" she zoomed off.
Hurriedly, she left without wearing her shoes. There was no gate to the entrance of Don Jazzy's compound, it was a storey building with six flats three flats up and two flats down.
Don jazzy was a second hand motor seller. He is an astute PDP supporter. He campaigned for the party during the 2015 and 2019 general elections. He had a small white Honda Prelude car. With this small toy as Nuru Marli and Wiz Khalifa usually call it, he has entered all the books and corners of Instanbul.
"Sallam Alaykum" Tiwa Savage roared angrily.
"Yees Wa Alaykum Sallam" someone replied from within.
"Please it was Wiz Khalifa that fainted for the past few hours. Please we need your car to take him to the hospital" she spoke trying to catch her breath.
"OK let's go" Don Jazzy said.
He entered his car and switched the ignition.

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At hospital



"What happened to him" asked the doctor.
"He was unconscious


to be continued..............