NUAIMAT
I took a cab that will take me to a motor pack and there i will board a bus that will take me to Kaduna, i knew no one in Kaduna but that was the first town that came to my mind, one could ask, why didn't i contact any family member, family friends or even my parents they could talk to father, well here is my answer, i and my brother don't have much of a relationship with my paternal family members, my dad and stepmum are from the same fulani family, besided Father sent me out because if his dignity, his image, so contacting any of the people that know him will be i tarnishing his image, and belive that is the last thing in my list,
Soon i was seated in a bus filled up with people going to Kaduna, it was lousy and hot but none of that matters to me, all there is in my mind is where and how will i live a life, how on earth am i pregnant, what will i do with the child in me, why has faith chose this for me, where have i gone wrong, see self pity isn't my thing but today i pity myself.
We were midway in our journey, the bus was speeding, when suddenly i heard shouts and a screeching sound followed, we stopped roughly, "thank God, whosoever is driving that car is drunk" shouted a man, "i was scared and already in panic, and before i knew it, i started struggling to breath, and the next thing i know my eyes lids were closing as a sharp pain came up in my stomach. I DIED.
Slowly i floated out of my body and saw my limp figure admist the panicking passengers, two men have already brought me down for close examination, "do we have any doctor here" shouted one of the men as other passengers begun to come out, "i am a doctor" called a voice and i turned to see it was the guy driving the car that made us jolted, thou i don't know how it happened, what matters now is am dead, now how on earth will i be recognized and be taken home for burial, but will my father accept my dead body,
wait a minute if i am really dead then death isn't painful as i thought, but where are the angels, where are my death relatives, i turned round to see if i will see my mum floating to me
just when the said doctor walked through me, "thats rude" i yelled but nobody seem to have heard me, i looked at my hands and saw that i am indeed transparent 'i am indeed dead, but why am i alone' i murmured, and then my attention went back to the doctor by dead body and there i examined myself, oh my God i saw a pink pimple on my right cheek, 'AHHHHHHHHHH' i hate pimples, but who cares now am dead, "she is alive, she is just in state of shock" said the doctor, i laughed, "where did you get your qualifications, am sure dead, and here is my soul" i said to him but i knew he didn't hear me, "you caused it, so take responsibility for your actions" yelled another woman, that woman is lousy, i murmured rolling my eyes, after another close examination the doctor said "i will take her to me to Abuja", now am panicking, "we are not even sure you are a doctor" said one man, ofcause i know they wont just send my body off with a stranger, "look i have a patient to operate on in six hours, and you know the airport in Abuja just got closed for renovation" he said, and added "here is my I.D card" he pulled out his I.D card, and some around checked the I.D card, "DR. Uzair B Kamal, is that you" asked a man checking his phone, and the doctor nodded, "he is right, he is a Gynecologist, did his degree in Germany and his masters in the US, has special honours from the queen of England herself" said the same man showing his phone to some people on the Google page, some people there decided to surf the internet to, "he has three hospitals in Nigeria", said another man reading from his phone, "he looks young to have all this" i said, "then we trust you" said the driver, "no i don't so am not going with him" i said adamantly, to whom to no one because i just saw my body carried to his car and my boxes and bag followed suit, his car was a black Acura MDX,
I sat near my body through out the long journey and i must admit he drives fast and i like it and as he drives, i noticed he didn't care to answer any of his phones ringing, but whats a ghost say in this 'nothing', so i relaxed back and tried to get some sleep, but am i to kid, GHOST DON'T SLEEP, then am going to be bored, i then decided to take in the features of my naive doctor,
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Nu'aimat (COMPLETED)
RomanceA Nigerian story of a teenager who found herself impregnated by her best friend, disowned by her father and loved by some others, Follow the life and story of Nuaimat and see how a daughter of low class engineer and an outcast turns out to meet one...