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i just dropped my story,*God help me*
judges,please dissect my story small small o,i just want to try my hands on something else,this will be the first piece i'll be writing cos im a LEARNER o.
see you guys in the morning,good night

The Journey to greatness.

Far away in a hot country, where the forests are very thick and dark, and the rivers very swift and strong, there lived a man whose dreams were to live a fulfilled life.
A life free of pains,trials,agony and persecution.
A man who wished to live a normal life, a life free of all negativity which came with the culture and believes of his own people of the African continent.
A man who had to push on his dreams against all odds.
A man who has the combination of suave and elegance, a polished,fine,charismatic gentle man with dynamism and confidence all entrenched in a humble attitude,yet,an unraveled self-esteem and optimistic personality to life.
Jide was a man standing 183cm above the earth; he was from a family of four comprising of both parents and a sister.

As he laid on the bed of his penthouse, his mind flashed back to the beginning of everything.
He was an agile boy who loved to hang out with friends, on a faithful day, they had gone to play soccer in the community stadium when he started feeling some strange pains thirteen minutes into the game, and he had to be substituted to attend to his pain.
The pains kept on increasing until he had to go home to take the common pain killer-PCM, he got home and met his sister who lay on the sofa watching a movie, he greeted her as he sat beside her in the living room of their 3-bedroom bungalow apartment, thinking of what might have caused the pains.

The living room was painted green with a dark forest green rug, with 2 couches. A wooden coffee table with three open portals under the table top. A desk (without hutch) containing a computer, monitor, keyboard, phone, a home theatre with 2 speakers, miscellaneous work papers and a cup. A large 2 drawer lateral filing cabinet with a fax machine and 3in1 printer atop.
A 49inch LCD TV mounted to the wall, located about 1 foot below the ceiling. 2 wall mounted shelves directly below the TV.2 glass coffee tables with metal framing. A leather recliner, a wind chime hanging from the ceiling near the entrance to the room.
He kept on wondering what might have caused his predicament as he slept off.
He was awoken from his slumber as he felt someone tapping his back; he opened his eyes to see his mum standing in front of him.
"Good morning mama”, he greeted.
"It’s evening jide, why are you sleeping here?” His mother queried.
Mrs. Ibukun was a pretty woman in her mid-forties, she was dark and stood at a height of 5ft3inches, she was a caring woman as she made sure her children never lacked anything fundamental to their well-being.
"i was having some pains before i dozed off”, he replied.
"So what medications have you used?” his mother asked.
“I took paracetamol”, jide said amidst pains.
Mrs. Ibukun was down-trodden once again, she wondered why jide kept getting ill this days, its high time they visited the community clinic together, she reasoned.

The following day, Mrs. Ibukun looked on, she can't believe what she was hearing from the doctor, it’s not just possible according to the genetics topic she was taught in the biology subject when she was studying.
As she trudged home with jide, she maintained a normal face to put her son’s mind at rest, but deep within her, she was let down.
"How could jide be a sickler, she was a woman with an AA genotype, her husband also was AS, how could jide be having an SS genotype”, she soliloquized as he sat on a stool beside the bed in her room, she would have to go for another set of test to ascertain the problem at hand.
Jide stood in front of the mirror in his room, trying to fathom a meaning to the jargons he had just heard.
He was clueless to everything going on around him and nobody cared to explain except for the promise of his mother that everything would be alright.
Mrs. Ibukun ransacked his husband medical files as she tried to find his medical files; she saw one of them with AS genotype written boldly at the top of the document.
She was glad, “then how could jide be the odd one out”, she asked nobody in particular.
She would have to go to the general hospital, maybe the community clinic personnel’s were quacks.
The next day, Mrs. Ibukun and jide sat in the waiting room excepting the results of their blood test which was done in the state general hospital.
Some few hours after waiting, they were asked to move to the doctor’s office because their results have been released.
As Mrs. Ibukun sat in front of the dark and lanky doctor, she was with mixed thought-expecting the worst and proving that the community clinic was fake.
As the doctor started talking, her mind sifted from the trick her mind was playing to listen to the real news.


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Mrs. Ibukun sat in the living room later in the day seeing a movie with her children, her mind was far away from the interesting movie. She thought of how she could be AS, when the last test she did then confirmed she was AA.
She pitied herself and her poor son, how could her son pay for the negligence of some quacks that made her go into marriage with her husband who was also AS. She has since then made sure jide engaged himself in less stressful activities, protecting her son like a hen would protect her chicks.
Jide had continued his education and despite all the odds of the sickle cell crisis, he had managed to finish top of his class in his SSCE exams.
He came out with flying colors in his JAMB and POST-UTME exams and was offered medicine as a course of study in the university.

On a particular day, he had participated in the fresher’s match of his department.
NB: fresher’s match is a soccer game between the final year students and the 100level students.
He had done the initial warm up that precedes any soccer match, and then the next thing was choosing the 11 players that will make up the team out of the 30 students that showed interest.
He had been chosen as one of the 11 man list until the referee said
'hello boy'
Everyone looked back and imagined who the student ref might have called 'boy'.
The referee came nearer and said to jide,"sicklers don't play soccer, we don't want you here"
Jide was annoyed and ashamed, how could the referee use such kind of harsh words on him.
He left the stadia for his room, and wept.
He hated everything around him, his parents, his life, his education...., everything.
The news that he was a sickler had spread like a wildfire round the department and faculty; he was always given undue attention by students pointing or people staring at him.
He became angry at the referee once more; he could have called him aside and told him whatever he had to say not broadcasting his health condition to anybody who cared to listen at the sports complex.
"What is wrong in someone being a sickle cell patient that Africans make a big deal out of it, he is just a normal human being who wanted to do what others could do and be opportuned to have the same opportunities others are privileged to”, he thought

Years went by with 24 hours per day and it was a day to the final examination of the final year.
Then the unexpected happened......
Jide was rushed to the school medical centre due to severe pains termed crisis.
On arriving at the medical center, the nurse on the night shift recognized him immediately.
Jide also amidst severe pains knew he was in for some tongue lashing.
Nurse Abigail was a plump and robust lady, fair in complexion, probably in her mid-thirties.
Jide knew the characteristics a nurse should exhibit is to be compassionate, ability to respect and honor people when they're at their lowest low,miserable,and vulnerable because that's
where they're at when they get to meet them ,but the exact opposite was nurse Abigail.
He imagined the importance of nursing school to the nursing profession, or are they taught in another way in his country?
So much for nursing school, he murmured.
“Good evening ma”, he greeted
“And what's good about the evening? Na only you dey for dis school?” nurse Abigail queried.
“Wetin do you again sickler, if you no fit cope for dis school, go back to your papa house go die for there na”,she added
Jide knew better than replying her, all that was on his mind was receiving the necessary treatment so that he can resume his reading.
“I'm sorry ma, it’s just that I'm having body pains”, Jide replied.
“i don know before na, i go admit you for here o,make u no come back for midnight con disturb ma sleep” ,she said
“Nurse, it’s just a little pain, I’ll be fine with just some pain reliever’, he lied
“That wan na story, i don tell you wetin i go do” ,she said.
Jide succumbed to her and started revising everything he had read for the next day examinations by heart while laying on the only bed in the ward he was admitted.


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"It was somber, dark, dim lit, gadgets &equipment in symphony of sounds- buzzing, clicking, air whistling, he lain on the bed, unresponsive, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, only his closed eyes were exposed, tubes coming out of his mouth nose, etc....
All of a sudden the monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone yelled "Code Blue"..... A horde of people rushed to the room, doctors, nurses, assistants, etc....
All were buzzing around the patient, frantic, excited, high pitched voices…concerned
until the gadget just signaled a steady beep...................................... FLAT LINE!
They've done all they could to save the patient to no avail!
The Doctor in charge just simply said.....Time of Death 12:01 A.M."
Then, he woke up, breathing short, heavy breaths. Sweat beads ran down his face and his hands. He looked around the room, wide eyed, making sure he was on a hospital bed. He looked at the wall clock and discovered it was 1am.
“That was weird, what kind of nightmare was that?” he said fearfully
He knelt on the bed as he prayed to God to avert every spirit of death hanging over his life.
He left the bed to check on Nurse Abigail, he saw her fast asleep, the security men also where not left out.


He was happy because the situation of things gave him a chance to escape the medical Centre; he strolled out of the corridor and went to his dormitory.
He slept for some hours before revising a little more for the 'last hurdle'.


The convocation came months after the examinations ended Jide had made friends due to his intelligence and academic excellence.
As usual he is the best in his department, scooping all the awards to himself, and also he won for himself a sum of a million naira to start his brainchild of starting up a clinic/foundation to help children living with sickle cell live a healthy and fulfilled life in an environment where things seems to be at a disadvantage to them.
Years later, the clinic/foundation was doing fine, his mother was grateful to God for giving her son the courage to overcome, and he had made a name for himself in the society.
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He was jolted back to the present by the protest of his intestines; he realized he hasn't had anything for lunch.
As he walked to his kitchen with a grin, he uttered.
"Thank God for a fulfilled life"
THE END.


THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO EVERY PERSON LIVING WITH SICKLE CELL DISEASE,ITS NOT THE END OF YOUR LIFE,WITH COURAGE AND DETERMINATION,THE SKY IS YOUR LIMIT.

Ishilove:

Errrr, I think you have me mistaken for someone else

i meant HBG,N̶̲̥̅̊☺ vex sis

O boy,all this judges they fear person o.
HBG,so u don't read what doesn't catch your fancy? Na wa o,so much for a judge.
i'll just submit around 3 A̶̲̥̅♏ when everyone don sleep and run away for ever cos this judges N̶̲̥̅̊☺ send anybody at all.
*does sign of the cross and leaves thread*