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Literature / Re: The Birth (a Short Story) by Onome007(m): 11:23am On Sep 22, 2017 |
please i need your reviews or critic on this.. thanks |
Literature / Re: The Birth (a Short Story) by Onome007(m): 11:22am On Sep 22, 2017 |
As they left the office , Madam Elizabeth did not waste time in activating praying spirit in her. She was the lead prayer warrior at the church; mountain of fire Ministry. She murmured her prayers but the little that could be heard was ; FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!. Emeke started wondering if that was the kind of prayer needed for this situation, we are not casting out devil here for God's sake. Gen David stood there looking at emeke unnoticed, till emeke turned and eyes jamed. That look wasn't healthy enough for emeke, it was the same look he gave him the day he came to ask Maryann's hand in marriage. Emeke walked away because the frustation he is under is enough for him to chew. Emeke went to have a seat, since he could not have a peace of mind. He sat close to this woman who was carry a child, but there something wrong; the child was shivering as if he as been in freezer, he's eyes was yellow, if that was not enough there was this guy who was kept coughing and sneezing. This drama was turning into truama, Emeke managed to lie down and close his eyes to all that was happening but wished he deaf his ears too. He had to keep that open to her his name from the doctor's mouth. Emeke was a few minutes away to having a good rest, when he was heavily tapped he rose up in shock, it was madam Elizabeth, emeke felt like hitting her with a stick but just wore a pretentious face, oh mama, are yu done praying? Emeke asked as if he was concerned with her endless cabashing; not really, infact I wan you to join me she said; ehnn emeke said sarcastically, join you he added ; if it was a different style of prayer he would have joined gladly but his mother-in-law's style was tiring. Are yu refusing to pray with me for my daughter and grandchild survival? She asked; no! No! Why will I in fact I have been waiting for you to invite me to join you emeke said wearing a smiling face. They were are cabashing when emeke heard a slam on a door, he opened one eye, it was doctor Steve, he left madam's presence abruptly and raced to doctor Steve; sir, how is wife? Emeke kept asking; he was soon joined by the Amadis' who joined emeke; with agitation they all poured countless inquiries about maryann's situation. Emeke noticed the look on doctor Steve's face; it looked like the one he wore awhile ago after the operation of the accident victim. It scred emeke to his bones, it was as if he already knew the words that was going to come out of his mouth. We...hmmm...tried our best...and hmmmm...he phone rings, please excuse me the doctor said; their agitation was limitless it was like they were in hot seat on who wants to be a millionaire show, its an mtn question and answer segment hosted by frank edowo. Sorry, it was my wife said the doctor. As I was saying..madam Elizabeth interpruted him, sir we have been here since waiting for an answer, you cannot be playing around with us are very anxious to know what the outcome is about our daughter. #sighs# Mr Emeke congratulations, you are father, and both of you are grandparents to a bouncing baby boy... THE END!!!! watch out for another story.. |
Literature / Re: The Birth (a Short Story) by Onome007(m): 11:19am On Sep 22, 2017 |
Fear gripped emeke continually, frustration was written all over his face, he just wished a miracle could happen and his wife will not have to got through the operation. But there he was listening to doctor Steve who said that his wife and her unborn child had 20percent survival rate and the one out of the two is likely to survive. Tears rolled down emeke eyes, he was already imagining life without his wife, that was a threatening thought that he soon discarded. During this ordeal, we heard voices outside and quickly dashed out of the office; two men came towards us, they kept shouting; help! Help! He's dying; doctor Steve was the only doctor on duty that day. So he called on two nurses to bring out the stretcher whilst he followed the men out. Few minutes later, a man was pulled in with a stretcher, doctor Steve was trying to control the man's pulse who has already lost a lot of blood, the nurses were pushing the stretcher in including the men that brought him in. Emeke stood in the hall way close to doctor Steve's office, the view he had was horrible, he had never seen so much blood gushing out of man before. He ran quickly to a nearby rest room like a pregnant woman, he bent down in with his face towards the water closet and vomited as if he had tasted raw fish. Emeke spent close to five minutes in the rest room, he later came out cleaning his hands; in the same vain doctor Steve came out from the theatre where he and nurse have worked tirelessly to save the accident victim's life. Shaking his head in disappointment; we lost him doctor Steve said sadly, Émeke was dumbfounded as he did know whether to sympathize with the death of the man or challenge the doctor to remedy his wife's situation. Emeke managed to give the doctor a friendly tap to boost his moral because he will need it to save his wife and his unborn child. Anyways, Mr emeke let's go to my office so we could finalise your wife's situation said doctor Steve. As they proceeded to the office, they heard another shout again; Emeke started murmuring , doctor see let's go Jare, i'm tired of this shit. But the shout was too much to be ignored; as they drew closer, it was a heated arguement between the nurse in the counter and a middle-age couple; do you know who I am he said; the nurse was tired with pleading with them yelled; who are you? You be God? Doctor Steve was quick to intervene and calm the situation; sir, madam this is a hospital not a market place, said doctor Steve, he however ordered the nurse whose ranting was without control to stop. Sir, Madam how may I help you? Emeke was in a corner but unseen, came out; they are my in-laws. Emeke, why have you not been picking your calls one of them said; sir, I left my phone in my car? How is she? ; the other asked well she's still in the labour room said Emeke; and doctor are you not supposed to there with her she added; please let us go to my office and discuss said the doctor. Arrogant Retired General David Amadi, was Emeke's father-in-law, he is so full of himself, he thinks he can do or say anything to anybody he does not give a damn. But how did he manage to get married to loving Barrister Elizabeth Amadi is still a mystery, emeke thought as they proceeded to the office. Trouble just arrived emeke's doorstep with general's presence, he just hoped things go well with his wife orselse he will be cooling off his heels in prison as Maryann was their only child. They had countless arguments, about whether she should be operated on, why Maryann shouldn't have gotten married to Emeke in the first place and so on. So, I employ you to pray to the God you serve as we proceed to do the operation doctor emeke said. |
Literature / The Birth (a Short Story) by Onome007(m): 10:53am On Sep 22, 2017 |
hello, i am samie. i am new here. Also, i am amateur writer. i would like for you to review my work; critics are welcome. abeg make una school me cuz i dont know sh*t about writing. thanks. He went forward! Came back, went again, came back, he did this routine restlessly. He stood close to nurse's counter and limped if he will see any nurse coming his so he could ask about Maryann, he's wife. Several nurses came but before he could say anything they buzz off. he gave up that feat and went to seat down. Anxiety crippled his situation gradually, he face looked worried and pale. He had already bowed down his head a few seconds when he heard a slam of a door, this time he made up his mind that the person who came out was going to give him an answer. It was a nurse, he rushed up to her, gripped her so that will not elude him like the rest did; please, how is my wife? Is she fine? Emeke âsked agitatedly; sir you hurting me the nurse complained; oh sorry my bad, emeke apologised. Sir, you need to calm down, your wife is still in labour she said; however, you need to excuse me the doctor is waiting for me she added. That awkward moment when you have no information about the situation of pregnant wife and wished someone will give you a credible news that will take away the frustration was the same feeling emeke was having. He went back to his seat, wiggling his leg like he was warming up for a race. About an hour ago, Mr Emeke chibuzor , the chief accountant of Gilbert microfinance bank located in Ikeja, the heart of largest metropolitan city lagos, Nigeria. He was having a business meeting with a client when his secretary barge into them; sir you have a call from your house its your wife, she said; so you cannot knock emeke said; she started fidgeting; but sir..sirrr I tried calling your office line but you kept busying the number she said; however, your cell number has received countless missed calls so wife called me and directed me to walk in; miss Julian added, a 22year old corper serving under the company; you can go now, and connect me to my wife said Emeke. Hello, hello emeke said; but the call had been disconnected. He called back, he was hear the voice of his wife but it was far from his wife's voice; it was rough and manly, shouting;hello Bros! Hello Bros! He recognised the voice. It was oghenerukewe their gate man. will you give the phone to madam? he shouted; but he kept saying; madam de run naked inside compound; I de with her wrapper so. Ehnnn, what are doing with madam's wrapper? I b try hold her make she nor run outside naem she leave the wrapper for me rukewe said. Still conversing, emeke noticed that he was there was tussle; madam abeg na stay one place, ye , madam done bite me o, oya gimme the fone; emeke please come take me to the hospital, the baby. Without hesitation emeke dropped the call, picked his key and left; he came back; I am really sorry, my wife is about to put to bed, we will reschedule this meeting for another day said emeke and buzzed off. Emeke was few minutes asleep, but was woken up by the voice of Dr Steven who was conversing with the nurse in the counter. Emeke got and approached him; Doctor , what is the situation? How is my wife ? Emeke inquired; you must be MR...the doctor asked; I am emeke chibuzor, the husband of the pregnant woman that was brought here, replied emeke. I was about calling on you, your wife was brought here in a critical situation he said; the child in her womb was already coming out but another way around, he added; what exactly do you mean? Emeke asked; the child is supposed to come out with the head first, but your wife case is different, the child came out with his legs. The doctor added. Jesus Christ! I hope she's not going to die! Emeke said worriedly. But the doctor debunked his pessimism; this cases are rare but it is not the end of the world so there is still light at the end of the tunnel doctor Steve said encouragely; however, she is very weak at the moment but we have been able to stabilise her with some vitamins the doctor added. So doctor what's the way forward emeke asked agitatedly, I was coming to that, she needs to be operated on the doctor said; opera...No! No! No! Emeke disagreed. With this development, he felt weak; but doctor is there no other way ; emeke asked hoping the doctor will give another suggestion that will not involve operation. # sighs # I am sorry but this is the only option at our disposal and time is not on our side we need to act fast, said doctor Steve. So, doctor what are the chances that my wife and child will survive, Emeke asked; can you please follow me to my office doctor Steve requested. |
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