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    Episode 1

    “He sure needs your help”, the strange
    caller responded.
    Earlier in the day,I have been feeling kind of
    strange, acting wierd and worrying over
    nothing in particular. My face was gloomy
    and I hardly paid attention to anything
    because my mind was carried away thinking
    of Basheer.
    I was that kind of a person who finds it
    hard to hide my feelings. I was always
    lively, you can call me a talkative who
    knows when and where to talk. People
    always say I am smart complimenting with
    the way I handle situations. I had the
    ability to remain calm even at the most
    difficult situations.
    At the age of 19, I have grown into a young
    woman, matured both in looks and mind.
    I was dark, slim and tall having curves at
    the right places. I had beautiful bright eyes,
    a pointed nose and well-shaped lips, I was
    indeed beautiful.
    Basheer was my best friend, almost the
    same age as I was, a guy I have known
    right from my childhood. Owing to the fact
    we are both fulanis, he was also tall, biult
    and had a very cute face, he was one of
    those lucky handsome and nice guys
    “I would never get tired of staring at your
    face”, I usually tease him.
    There was something unique about Basheer,
    he was always smiling. He was patient, a
    very good listener and knew how to make a
    girl smile. Those qualities in him kept our
    friendship alive even after so many years.
    “Are you there”?, the strange caller
    interrupted my thoughts
    “Yeah”, I answered rather absent-mindedly.
    “Where is he now”? I asked
    “The pinnacle hospital”, he replied and went
    on “I guess you know where that is”

    “Ask for Dr Imran Shuraim when you get
    here”, he went on without waiting for my
    reply and added some words of am
    expecting you as soon as possible.
    “Ofcourse, I’ll do that first thing tomorrow
    morning and Thanks”, I replied ending the
    call.
    I la!d on my bed thinking about the turn of
    events. Earlier the same day, Basheer called
    to inform me he was coming to Kano from
    Sokoto as he was studying Biochemistry
    over there in Usman Danfodio University,
    Sokoto (UDUS) while I was studying the
    same course in Bayero University, Kano
    (BUK). I tried talking him out of it as it
    wasn’t less than a month that he left for
    sokoto.
    “There’s no point in you coming home now,
    friend”, I had said after he told me his
    intention
    “Lectures are not on and am through with
    my registration,I am just coming to spend a
    few days, just to kill time”, he replied
    “So what’s the point”?, I asked him and
    added
    “Mine are already on (referring to my
    lectures) and you know I won’t skip lectures
    just to hang out with you”, I teased him
    ” then I’ll go with you to the lectures, if you
    insist”, he teased back.
    I knew this wasn’t going anywhere, as far
    as he wanted to come, nothing will make
    him change his mind. So I told him I’ll be
    expecting him and he should call me as
    soon as he’s ready to leave. We talked for a
    few more minutes and hang up.
    The time was 5:45pm, 7 hrs since Basheer
    called to inform me he was leaving sokoto
    and I have not heard from him since then. I
    tried calling him, but his number wasn’t
    going through. ???
    I was sitting on the sofa at one end of my
    room looking worried, my phone by my side.
    I picked it up, tried calling Basheer again
    after so many abortive tries, it still wasn’t
    connecting
    “Oh Allah”, I said under my breath and
    wished everything was alright with my dear
    friend.
    It was unlike him to swicth off his phone
    and very unlike him to come into town
    without informing me.
    But what was wrong? I thought
    An idea strucked me as I picked up my
    phone again, dailled a number and put the
    phone to my ear as it connected.
    “Salamu alaikum”, he greeted me in the
    usual islamic way, I could feel he was
    smiling as he picked the call
    “Walaika salam”, I answered
    “Ah, the friend(trying to mimic the way
    Basheer calls me), what a pleasant suprise.
    To what do I have dis honour of you calling
    me today”, Adam teased
    I laughed then replied, ” You know I always
    call you whenever I miss you, so it occured
    to me that I was missing you today”
    “How I wished that was true, I told Basheer
    to extend my love to you this morning
    before he left”, he replied
    He gave me the answer to my question even
    before I asked, so Basheer really left for
    Kano this morning, I was lost in thoughts.
    So where is he? I asked myself.
    “Hello…”? Adam’s voice broke my thoughts.
    “You seem to be quiet, is anything the
    matter”? He asked
    “Yeah, its just that I haven’t heard from
    Basheer since he informed me he’s leaving
    Sokoto and I am a bit worried”, I answered,
    really sounding worried.
    “That’s strange, but don’t worry, everything
    will be fine”, he assured me.
    Adam was Basheer’s close friend and
    roommate, we were very familiar with each
    other and I usually contacted him whenever
    I couldn’t reach Basheer. He had promised
    to let me know if anything arise and after
    talking to him on the phone, I felt relaxed
    although I still haven’t heard from Basheer.
    Two hours later, I was sitting alone in my
    room as I preferred being alone whenever I
    am worried over something. I was going
    through the pages of the latest Dijah
    magazine but my mind was not with the
    beautiful pictures I was staring at, I was
    about dropping the magazine when my
    phone rang. I said a silent prayer to Allah;
    to let the caller be my dear friend.
    How wrong was I!
    I kept looking at the phone as if it would
    answer the call itself, saw an unknown
    number, hesitated a bit before picking up
    the phone.
    “Salamu alaikum”, I greeted as I answered
    the call
    “Wa alaiki salam”, a strange male voice
    answered.
    “Can I speak to Miss Na’imah please?” he
    asked
    “Yeah, it’s me on the line. What can I do for
    you?” I replied, feeling nervous
    “I am sure you are a close relative of
    Basheer M. Bello, right?” he said more of a
    statement rather than a question
    “Yes”, I replied then added;
    “What about him?”, I sounded worried
    The strange caller was silent for a few
    seconds before he added;
    “He was involved in a tragic car accident”,
    he said slowly…

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    Episode 2

    I was sitting on the sofa at one end of my
    room looking worried, my phone by my side.
    I picked it up, tried calling Basheer again
    after so many abortive tries, it still wasn’t
    connecting
    “Oh Allah”, I said under my breath and
    wished everything was alright with my dear
    friend.
    It was unlike him to swicth off his phone
    and very unlike him to come into town
    without informing me.
    But what was wrong? I thought
    An idea strucked me as I picked up my
    phone again, dailled a number and put the
    phone to my ear as it connected.
    “Salamu alaikum”, he greeted me in the
    usual islamic way, I could feel he was
    smiling as he picked the call
    “Walaika salam”, I answered
    “Ah, the friend(trying to mimic the way
    Basheer calls me), what a pleasant suprise.
    To what do I have dis honour of you calling
    me today”, Adam teased
    I laughed then replied, ” You know I always
    call you whenever I miss you, so it occured
    to me that I was missing you today”
    “How I wished that was true, I told Basheer
    to extend my love to you this morning
    before he left”, he replied
    He gave me the answer to my question even
    before I asked, so Basheer really left for
    Kano this morning, I was lost in thoughts.
    So where is he? I asked myself.
    “Hello…”? Adam’s voice broke my thoughts.
    “You seem to be quiet, is anything the
    matter”? He asked
    “Yeah, its just that I haven’t heard from
    Basheer since he informed me he’s leaving
    Sokoto and I am a bit worried”, I answered,
    really sounding worried.
    “That’s strange, but don’t worry, everything
    will be fine”, he assured me.
    Adam was Basheer’s close friend and
    roommate, we were very familiar with each
    other and I usually contacted him whenever
    I couldn’t reach Basheer. He had promised
    to let me know if anything arise and after
    talking to him on the phone, I felt relaxed
    although I still haven’t heard from Basheer.
    Two hours later, I was sitting alone in my
    room as I preferred being alone whenever I
    am worried over something. I was going
    through the pages of the latest Dijah
    magazine but my mind was not with the
    beautiful pictures I was staring at, I was
    about dropping the magazine when my
    phone rang. I said a silent prayer to Allah;
    to let the caller be my dear friend.
    How wrong was I!
    I kept looking at the phone as if it would
    answer the call itself, saw an unknown
    number, hesitated a bit before picking up
    the phone.
    “Salamu alaikum”, I greeted as I answered
    the call
    “Wa alaiki salam”, a strange male voice
    answered.
    “Can I speak to Miss Na’imah please?” he
    asked
    “Yeah, it’s me on the line. What can I do for
    you?” I replied, feeling nervous
    “I am sure you are a close relative of
    Basheer M. Bello, right?” he said more of a
    statement rather than a question
    “Yes”, I replied then added;
    “What about him?”, I sounded worried
    The strange caller was silent for a few
    seconds before he added;
    “He was involved in a tragic car accident”,
    he said slowly…

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    Episode 3
    “Why are you crying?”, my mum’s voice
    interrupted my thoughts
    “Am not crying”, I replied coming back to
    my senses
    It was just then I noticed the tears trickling
    down my cheeks.
    She sat down on the sofa as I sat up on the
    bed supporting myself with my pillow.
    “You still haven’t heard any news about
    Basheer?”, she asked
    As I have complained to her how I haven’t
    heard from him since morning. I kept silent
    for a while before adding;
    “No, I just got a call from a doctor. He was
    involved in a car accident on his way”, I
    said with tears in my eyes
    “Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un”, she
    exclaimed
    “How bad is it”?, she continued
    “I don’t know, but the doctor said he
    needed my help and I have to go to the
    hospital as soon as possible”, I answered
    amidst tears.
    “Everithing will be fine, I am sure its not
    that bad”, she said hugging me,trying to
    console me.
    “Its already late now, why don’t you go to
    sleep so that you can wake up early to go
    to the hospital”, she added.
    I managed to take my shower and slipped
    into my nightie after my mum left. I felt
    better as I la!d down to sleep.
    How bad is it? Would he be alright soon?
    How much pain is he in now? Those were
    the thoughts that came running in my mind
    as I tried to sleep
    But sleep was nowhere to be found………
    The Pinnacle Hospital is a private hospital
    situated at No. 18 Masallacin Murtala Road
    off Zoo road in the heart of Kano city. It
    was a bright morning and I noticed there
    was traffic as I drove along BUK road as
    workers were trying to get to their
    workplaces while parents were trying to get
    their kids to School, Commercial drivers
    were already at work.

    The hustle and bustle along the way with
    impatient drivers honking their horns didn’t
    take my mind off thinking about the
    previous day.
    I couldn’t sleep well last night and my eyes
    were red as a result of crying. I was deep in
    thoughts as I recalled my conversation with
    Dr. Imran Shuraim.
    “Why did he say Basheer needed my help”, I
    asked myself.
    “You will find out soon”, a voice inside me
    said.
    “Hey…..move”, shouted an impatient driver
    bringing me back to my senses.
    I noticed the light has turned to green and I
    was the only one yet to move. I wiped away
    tears from my eyes as I changed the gear
    to drive, released the handbrakes and drove
    on.
    It was 8:45am when I parked my Honda
    Civic (Thank you daddy) in one of the
    empty parking spaces at The Pinnacle
    Hospital. I was nervous or rather tense as I
    walked up to the main building of the
    hospital.
    The only building in the hospital served for
    offices, wards and laboratories. It was a
    two-storey building painted beautifully and
    decorated with flowers of different species.
    It was indeed a beautiful sight.
    I walked through the main door and over to
    the receptionist.

    To be continued

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    Next pls

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    Next

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    Evergreen bring it on.

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    Bring It On.Next Pls

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