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thanks guys. I'l try again

He woke up with a splitting headache. He’d been having them for quite a while now. He sat up and held his head in his palms like he would attempt to take out the headache like an annoying DVD from the player. He was sweating and the Power Holding Company of Nigeria was holding power as usual. He checked the time on his phone.
1.35 am.
The ache seemed to be increasing as he got up to get his towel in the bathroom. As he stood u, he felt a wave of dizziness and he staggered to the wall for support. He regained his orientation and went on to the bathroom where he soaked his small towel in water and wrapped the damp towel around his head.
The constant headache started about 2 months ago. He couldn’t exactly place the date because there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about the aches until it got too bad. He remembered calling Mum and she said it was most probably stress. This isn’t stress, he told her because he had been very idle at his place of primary assignment. Or malaria, Mum said, go for a test. Hospitals, Lai lai.
He ju7st could not help but remember Dad now. He had gone a hospital but it did not help matters.
“Fred, you should go for the test” Mum insisted.
“I’ll try” He answered and terminated the call.
Fred recalled that day he’d never forget. November 16th 2006. It was the annual convocation ceremony of the University of Ibadan. He was then dreaming of his the next year. Mum, Dad and the boys will be there. Dad smiling from ear to ear, feeling on top of the world for his son-his first son- was graduating with a first class in Computer science.
It came to pass, that is, the graduate and firs class in computer science part but not Mum and Dad’s presence. Dad died on the 17th of November 2006 from complications after an appendectomy. Mum was too busy at work to make sure the family survived at least until Fred gets a job and the mum couldn’t afford the transport fare for the boys to come. So it was just Fred and without a gown-no money for that either.
Fred had and in fact still has big plans for the future. Get a very good job, probably one of the oil companies, take the family out of the room and parlour they lived into a 3-bedroom flat. That was just the beginning. He’d work for not more than 2 years then apply for a study leave so he would go to MIT, Harvard or Caltech for a masters and PhD in Artificial Intelligence. From there, a Nobel prize. He smiled at the thought of this and the ache subsided and then peaked all of a sudden. He could barely see though the batteries of the torch light were new. He got to the bed and lay down. I’m not feverish, he thought. Another pain surge, he almost cried out in pain.
He rewrapped the wet towel around his forehead and prayed that God take the pain away. He thought of calling his neighbour for help but come to think of it, to do what? He asked himself. There was no point. He’d be fine by morning. He was always fine by morning. He found sleep almost immediately. A deep sleep.
The autopsy report showed that Fred died when a fist-sized tumour in his brain caused a stoppage to the flow of blood to his medulla oblongata which controls essential involuntary actions such as heart beat and breathing.

nice. I tot this thread had been abandoned?

Nize, well done. U want to show us u have a lot of books. Guess i'l snap my own obsession and post it.

nice

sisikill, try Anne Rice u'll like her

I was actually expecting to be yabbed till eternity. Heard u guys brandishing ur CVs as u fought one ant some time ago and i actually feel like an amateur that i am. There was a drabble i wrote about 5 years ago that i saw at home in April. I'm still trying to remember it. It has the sisikill taste to it. I promise to let u guys have it soon.

all Micheal Crichton's and Anne Rice Books

I've been reading u guys' posts on my phone and was moved to post my drabble too.
       

          OTONDO      I sit staring in front of me. Its been 2 hours now, i look at my wristwatch to confirm that. Everyother person seems to have something to write. I look at my answer script again, flip through the blank pages, they are all blank pages. I feel like crying. My eyes actually well up with tears. I just confirmed i'm not as smart as i thought. I'm not as smart as anyone thought.
      I,  Something struck me. The application  of Schroedinger's equation to the perturbation theory. My pen sruck the paper for the first time in 3 hours. I could not write anything for i couldn't even remember where h-cross was and where planck's constant was. I was sweating profusely
      I was confused. Though i sat at the back and it would take some time before the invigilator got to me,
      'Stop writing and submit'
      Yeah i just handed myself a second extra year.

Because, because, bacause, is a word that bothers me