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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

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...

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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