Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Meanwhile, Doctor Azeezah was preparing to leave for Canada with Zainab the next day. She had already packed all their baggage and were taking dinner when something unexpected happened.

Paaaw!

It was a gunshot from outside...

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Later that day in the hotel?

"So you couldn't even wake me up, Humaira!" Khair brought up immediately she entered.

"I didn't remember, sorry." Humaira replied in a low voice.

Mtweeew! How would you ever remember? You always forget everything! Well, I don't blame you. If not for stupid alarm I set that didn't ring? She threw her bag at the edge of her bunk and laid down on her bed.

Humaira didn't even bother herself to reply back. She already know the kind of girls she is living with.

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Later That Evening,

At Doctor Azeezah's house, it was couple minutes past 12:00p.m when the gun shot started. The sound woke Doctor Azeezah up. She peeped through her transparent window. It was just inches away from the side of her window. She could easily stretch to check from her bed, so she could clearly see outside. It was in the mid-month of September, so the moon was bright in the dark sky.?

Doctor Azeezah caught the view of the gang of armed robbery shouting across the street. Outside, she saw the thieves leaving their neighbor's compound and jumping over the fence, into there's.

They were very young boys if between 16-20 years of age.

'Maybe they're from this area.' She thought fearfully.

They were seven if them and they were already inside her compound.

(Prayer)

Where they live was an estate, its been years since she got married but not once in her entire life hs she been robbed?Not until now.

As a matter of fact, Doctor Azeezah is a very brave woman. But this very minute, her heart was racing inside of her like that of an hyena chasing after its prey.

She quickly came downstairs and was surprised to meet Zainab there already. She was so scared to death. Immediately she saw Doctor Azeezah coming down, she ran towards her in relieve.

"Is everything going to be alright?" Zainab sleep inside voice muttered, already sensing the danger outside the building.

"Don't worry Zee, Everything would be fine by the Grace if God?Just come here." Doctor Azeezah held her hands tight and ask her to keep praying.

The Doctor herself, was so confused on what prayer to say or who to call. She quickly picjed her phone, scrolling through the contacts. She saw 'Mr. Alamu' and decided to call his number.

'Grrriin!'

'Grrrriiiiin!'

His number wasn't reachable. She dialed it over and over again but he wasn't picking. All her effort to reach him that minute turned abortive.

"Knock knock! Abegi na who dey here?!" A thick masculine voice called from outside.

The one holding a very sharp cutlass seemed to be their leader. He tied a red handkerchief on his head and all the gangs were all in black, sweating.

"Na who dey here abi una don die ni?!" The leader grumbled.

I'm coming o!" Doctor Azeezah answered from inside as she ran to open the door, the seven of them entered. They were all tall, huge, well built and dark complexioned. They all seem to belong to a cult group or something.

Immediately they entered, their dark eyes glinted with malicious intent. Doctor Azeezah and I trembled to the guys standing in front of us at the middle of the night.

"To the ground!" The leader commanded. The both of them went down immediately, lying as flat, like two pieces of pancakes.

Zainab was shivering. Her head drooped low to the cold tiles, her two hands, robbing each other in fear.

"Please, don't kill me? She begged, tears pouring down her eyes like that of a baby.

Her beauty struck Scorpion's eyes, he loved her reaction and anxiousness.

For Zainab, it was also the first time she experience something like this.

"Mario! Bring her forward!!" The leader of the gang ordered.

With just a fist, Mario grabbed and throw her to the ground, before his master. She just loaded on the ground firmly, they were both scared.?Na who won die?

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Eventually, like always, numbness came. It worked its way up through her limbs, a sweet coolness working its way through her burning body. It started in my toes and feet, the furthest and therefore already dullest part of her. Its icy fingers began to massage their way up her ankles and calves next, pausing at her knees to work through the weakness there.

Humaira pour an amount of lukewarm water from the old, rusty bucket in front of her. Shivering a bit, due to the early morning harmattan that took over the place like a dangerous king. She rubbed her traditionally made soap and sponge on her naked body.

It was just 7:00 a.m, another day for the usual morning lecture. It's just the second week since she came back from Abuja. Humaira has already accepted her fate and luckily, Doctor Ibrahim promised to give her free treatment (Antenatal care).

Like the harmattan, the rumor about Humaira being pregnant had faded. It's wasn't news anymore, everyone already knew and perhaps, Forgotten.

Humaira wasn't concerned about the chilly feeling the weather sent to her body that morning. All in her mind was, getting into the lecture room before the clock struck eight. She had studied all night for it. Humaira rushed out of the bathroom while others were still asleep. She put on a simple back abayyah and wrapped hr head with a white veil... The one Doctor Azeezah gifted her.

She wasn't like other girls that would spend hours on makeup and dressing. Humaira wished to live luxurious life before, but the pregnancy turn her life into a new dimension.

A seventeen year old girl with a perfectly matured body, glowing with womanhood, beauty and intelligence. Humaira got to class just in time. Firdausi was already seated while the lecturer was about to enter when Humaira got in.

It was Professor Awwal Garba Maitafsir, a.k.a Professor Abracadabra. Another lecturer that takes no shit. Only hardworking student fears him while the lazy ones sees him as no big deal. They prefer failing his course than going through hell and still get an 'F' at the end of the day.

One thing is that Professor Garba is actually very brilliant and well experienced. In fact, He's one of the few lecturers in A.B.U that graduated with a first-class and was employed based on his excellent results. But, he finds it so hard to transmit that knowledge into his students. Maybe he wasn't born to be an educationalist in the first place.

He's highly paid always looking well dressed in his Shadda ( Hausa native attire). Most student complaints about him because he doesn't goes straight to the point. I mean... He's a no syllabus lecturer. He just says whatever is at mind even if it's no relevant to their line of study or concentration. That is why students call him 'THE ABRACADABRA'. Thus is because he will just came in and do the abracadabra and in the end, he would leave you more confused than you ever was.

He locked the door himself and walked to the front of the class.

"Tear a sheet of paper!" He started with both hands crossed at his back.

"Write your name and matriculation number, your date of birth. And.... The last but not the least, the reason you came to A.B.U to study law.

Yes! You all submit in 30 seconds.... 29, 28, 27, 26..."

It was a class of about 700 students. Most students seated at the back couldn't even get the question. Some where confused while others were still whispering... 'What is question number 1?'

One thing was sure, he would never repeat the questions even if Jesus comes back from heaven.

Luckily for Humaira and Firdausi, our usual front seaters, they submitted there sheets in front of him while others at the back were still struggling to get to the front. It caused a lot of silent commotion, fat students running like primary school kids. Well, that is what it looks like to be in A.B.U.

"3...2...1...Over!" He sent the other students away. And If not seated immediately, he'll subtract 10 marks each from their upcoming exams. They quickly rushed to their seats at once.

Well, all his students knows 'The Abracadabra's Rule' so abide or not bothering attending his class at all.

"Silence!'' He ordered and the class was as silent as graveyard.

Most of you don't know why you came to school. Your parents sent you away, far away from home just to ease themselves from having hypertension and so you should learn to one day become an advocate or a bartender, but no! You either end up getting pregnant or getting wasted! Spending your school fees on drugs and weed! I just pity you... Especially those monkeys hanging outside.

The whole class turned to glace at the windows and doors, to see the latest comers.

Of course, its a minus for them. Minus 10! Well, I'm not here to waste my time on those vagabonds.

"In our ext class, we shall be looking into INHERITANCE. You guys should research and study the topic, inheritance." Then he looked at Fred, a skinny looking guy from Birom, A tribe in Jos, Nigeria.

"Fredrick Daniel!" He called the course rep representative, who rushed towards him like someone from the army.

"Take this after me." He ordered and walked out of the class.

Meanwhile, Doctor Azeezah was preparing to leave for Canada with Zainab the next day. She had already packed all their baggage and were taking dinner when something unexpected happened.

Paaaw!

It was a gunshot from outside...

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