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                                     CHAPTER TEN                     VIP WARD It is the first time I will be travelling in the same bus as my colleagues. At first, I thought I wouldn't be comfortable being with them. But honestly, I was completely wrong.  Here are my mates, chatting, blabbering and laughing together.  "How can a doctor be this talkative?" I said in my mind, as i turned my face side way to look at the girl sitting next to me at the second to the last row of the coastal bus.  "My name is Tinuade". She turned towards my side to start conversion with me. " I am",  "Aliyah, I know your name. As a matter of fact, I know your surname. Aliyah Serah Akinlabi". She interrupted me. But I was glad that I don't have to stress over the introduction. She blabbed all the way, jumping from one t...

                                        CHAPTER NINE                   About Stephanie   When our last clinical posting as an undergraduate was announced. I was so bothered. I didn't know how to break the news to Stephanie, my room mate. Coupled with the fact that I have not been able to get the dream I had few days ago off my mind. Why are there so many lifeless bodies? Aside Mom, whom I know is really dead, why is Father's body also lifeless, he is still alive. We were to spend four weeks at the Neuropsychiatric Hospital, Wasinmi, Ekiti. "How will Stephanie cope without me during these weeks" I mumbled  to myself, as I turn my back against the notice board to look for an empty seat. I found one close to the Post Natal ward. I was still in my scrub, although done with the day's shift. I just wanted to relax a little, before...

                CHAPTER EIGHT               The guy next to me "What course do you want to study?" The man asked "  Medicine and Surgery" I replied. He then proceeded to getting the details of my other choices. While this was going on, Father dipped his hand into the front pocket of his white stripped shirt, brought out his phone to press, as he was no longer interested in the rest of the registration information. My JAMB examination centre was in a high school located at the outskirt of the town, very far away from where I stay with my parent. Unlike today's method of conducting exams, where everything has been computerized, it was a Paper Based Test. Our seat number is written at the left hand side of the print out. It is written immediately after the personal information. My sit number was 2056. The exam was set to start by 9am but I arrived at the centre around 7am. Just to get myself settled...

        CHAPTER SEVEN         Monitoring Spirit 'Silent cry'. That's the title of my autobiography. It is the record of all my experiences, all my wishes and my intents. The poor millions of ink are buried in the cemetery of my diary, which I guard immensely . No one knows about it and no one must know. And that's because of what it entails.  Here is an example:     " Johnson Akinlabi , you received your death penalty the day you took advantage of my innocence and made me a wimp. You are accursed for the countless times you bulldozed my dignity and beauty and turned me into a desert.       Over and over again, i had stabbed you in my heart. You are just a living ghost in garment. I swear!  Your pyre will burn for eternity..." I have had my days numbered in my parent's house as my JAMB examination approaches. I was so eager to get to University. Of course, my desire was not only to be an undergraduate...