Chapter 9: Chapter 9
Weeks Later.
It was after a very long and boring lectures when Humaira met Firdausi Ali Salisu, her very close friend.?
"Subhanallah!" Humaira shouted "Is this you?"
"Yes o! It's me!! " she should back As both girls gave themselves a very that hug.
"How are you doing bestie? How was the holiday?"
"Fine o,?what would I say? Alhamdulillah... How about you?"
"Well, I'm taking everyday as it comes. The Last two months wasn't As easy As it is o, As if it was two long years. I really missed school. Firdausi jokes As they gained their hands and wakes along the patience.
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(Flash Back)
About seen months ago, Humaira and Firdausi first met themselves during registration.?After a very long queue of newly applied law students waiting to register.?Those who we luck enough,?those who were Picked for admission into the prestigious school.
Firdausi who say also on the queue that faithful day had waited so long and felt press, so she told the people behind her that she was coming back soon.?When she got back, others had taken her space and no one gave her a change. Everyone should that she should join the link again. Some even insulted her.
"Poor girl,?people are so unfair." Humaira thought and decided to help her.
She told her to stay by her front till they were attended to. And since then,?after severe times of bumping into each other,?The became close friends and send mates.
Firdausi A. Salisu 's parents are both civil servants.?Her dad works with the state government while her mum is a secondary school principal.
Firdausi is the 24th child of her family; her father's has four waves,?each wife with six children and she's the Last born of the house. That is why her parents and elder siblings try to dedicate her as much as they could but Firdausi stays off campus,?unlike Humaira that resides in the school hostel.
On and on, The two friends continued until they got to a petal where they had to separate.
"Okay, so I'll be seeing you tomorrow ko?"
"Okay now,?Till tomorrow then, Sai gobe."
"Sorry I can't follow you to the hostel now,?I have a lot of arrangements to do at home.
"Yes, bestie, don't worry about me.?I understand... Go already! Okay bye. " Humaira gave her a side hug.
"Bye."?Firdausi matter and left.
The two girls separates ways as Humaira walks into the hostel.
It was Amina Female Hostel.
A place where the good,?The bad and the ugly resides. A place when you don't know your hair or lovers in As much as everyone wars a big, bright smile. There are about fifteen thousand girls staying in Amina Hostel.
Humaira walks quietly into her room,?Not bothering or turning to greet anyone because they were busy,?now way or another.?Some where gisting,?others were washing their plates and pots.?Some were arguing while others where washing their clothes.
It was just afternoon. Normally,?Humaira would go to the library to study with Firdausi but she was feeling tired and busy today.?Thank God the next lecturer couldn't make it and his class was shifted to the following day.
"How stressful! It would be an eight hours lecture tomorrow." she thought and Jumped on her bed.?One of her room mate was cooking yam porridge but they didn't even greet.
For a second,?Humaira felt like vomiting as she rushed to the toilet.?Her whole body was weak and her head was as if the world was spinning.
She vomited in the toilet and stayed there for a while,?somehow relieved,?somehow not.
Her room mate rushed to her.
"Hope all is well Hummy," one Okay face girl wakes to the toilet. Hope we're safe?" She wonders around her.
"I'm fine, Zayda." He help her head,?in pain. "I'm just so dizzy."
"Are you sure you're alright, or you don chop frog?"
Humaira flushed the closet and left the toilet. She didn't pay attention to Zayda because she know she's an expert in mockery and spreading gossips.
Humaira sat on her bed and lied down. She felt an heavy weight on her vision became blurry.?She stole up to go into the toilet again but she felt terrified.
It looked as if she was shivering was Struggling not to fall.
"Humaira!" Zayda called and rushed to her, confused.
Humaira was holding her head in pain, unable to utter a word when she suddenly passed out.
"Humaira! Humaira!! " Zayda held her,?placing her head on her body. Other girls heard her voice and rushed into the room.?
" What happened to her?!" One girl asked.
"Hope she's going to be fine?" Another questioned. Her name was Khairunnaisa Bello Ahamad but people call her "Khair" for short.
"I don't know o, she was just started vomiting then fainted." Zayda retorted.
One of the girls sprinkled water on her face. They all watch her carefully and after a while, she opened her eyes. Cold and confused, too weak to even stand.?
The girls helped Humaira back to her bed and called the matron Mrs. Ladidi Rabo. She was an elderly woman in her early sixties and she know the girls, well enough. Ladidi decided to take Humaira to the school clinic later that evening. Zayda and Khair also came along.
There was a Doctor in the school clinic.?His name is Doctor Ibrahim Badamasi Sanusi but people call him Doctor Ibro for short.?He is a professional Doctor that owns an hospital of his, but comes to ABU clinic every once in a while to assist the names and students.營t's said that he was once a student of the school. Most student likes him because he's very friendly and hardworking.
It was almost 6:00 pm. If it was an hour time,爃e would have gone back to his hospital.?They were lucky to still meet him there.
"What happened?" He asked Ladidi, the matron.
"What happened?" He asked Ladidi, the matron.
Her room mates said she started vomitting earlier on before she passed out. Poor girl,?I heard she just lost her mother." Ladidi cried, taking another glance at humaira.
"Who told her that one again?" Humaira wondered. She never told anyone about her mum's death. It's no news that secrets spread like Corona virus. Especially in Amina's hostel.
"Doctor Ibro took a close look. What's the matter with you, Humaira?"
"My head ache and I feel pain all over... I'm feeling a bit feverish and I poked earlier."
"And how long have you been feeling these?"
"It's about three days now, I never thought it would be up to this. I only took parastermoI yesternight. I don't know why sir but I think it's malaria." she answered still in pain.
"Okay,"?he replace,爓riting down her diagnosis in her medical file report.
"Don't worry, I'll have to examine you."?He checks her body temprature and took a sample of her blood with an injection. I'll have to carried out some test... but I'm in a hurry. It's a thirty minutes drives to my hospital and I've already received emergency calls from the nurses. By the way,?you should check on me tomorrow for the results." He prescribes her some drugs and advises her to take a lot of water and rest.
"Thank you sir. " Zayda and Khair chorused, taking their friend back to the hostel.
Each hostel has a clinic so it wasn't far, just somewhere within the hostel compound.
As it is,?Doctor Ibrahim worked in the school for almost then years but eatable shedding his own hospital five years ago, to keep himself busy and after retirement. He takes good care of his patients equally and hopes humaira would get better soon. He took the blood sample along to work on it personally in his laboratory.
When they got back to the hostel, Humaira was asked to lie down...
"Nobody should disturb her o! Because I know you girls!!" Ladidi warned.
The other girls that gathered her like a piece of cake quietly disappeared. And this time, it was already 7:30 pm. Humaira went to perform ablution and prayed Magrub and Isha'. Everything seen awkward for a moment and she was thinking...
'What if I actually ate frog? What if I'm pregnant with what that old man did? Audhubillahi minna shaytooni Rojim!' She cries in her thoughts.
Begging God for forgiveness and that what she's thinking shouldn't happen else? She'll just kill herself.
The shame of living with a bastard child and studying at the age of 19 would be an unbearable disgrace...
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The Next Day,
11:00 a.m.
It was a very hectic day for all students especially those in 100 level. Most time,?they have at least five to six lectures in a day,?Saturday included.?The only time to rest and study is Sundays. But today was a Tuesday.
It was an hour before the next lecturer comes in. It was professor Charles Ezechukwu,?the lecturer for General English Language, GEN 102. He always take everything seriouse and when angered by the slightest mistake, everyone suffers for it. Prof. Charles is a 42 year old bachelor... He literarilly hates women I mean he has that 'women are a waste of time syndrome.' He always talks in short sentences and, you dare not miss or come late into his class else? Your face would be the next big thing! He would ask you to come and explain his last lecture before the class. Next, he would throw to you least expected questions like Sambisa bombs and make sure you're well interrogated and... Disgrace.
That's what lecturers like Prof. Charles do. They call them, THE DISCIPLINARIANS in ABUSITE