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    Wat is going 2 happen 2 chuks nw@Wiliams,plss we r waiting 4 d nxt episode

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    @T-Dak……cme meet me hre now now

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    This Is Wonderful N Amazing

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    Wow! Wow! Wow!

    Dis story ♍ά̲̣̣kε̲̣̣ sense die its really becoming more interesting

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    Nah o

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    williams kaduna boi
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    [[ Its 5.30am. Dr Paul O., the consultant psychiatrist on duty
    today at Yaba psychiatric hospital is awake. Sleep has been
    difficult this night, the same way as it has been for the past
    four nights. His thoughts wander near and far but always tend
    to come to focus around her; Bisi Washington, the girl of his
    dreams. How does he convince her that she is what keeps him
    awake at night, that she is his reason for behaving so
    irrationally at times, that she is… his soul-mate? Their last
    meeting had ended badly, with them shouting at each other
    over a small matter, causing a scene at the restaurant they
    had gone to have lunch. Neither of them had called since then,
    both playing the waiting game, both waiting to see who would
    cave in first. It was crazy! Normally if it were any other girl he
    would have ignored her and moved on, but Bisi wasn’t any
    other girl…
    The alarm clock begins its pre-programmed song to remind
    him of the time. Dr Paul reluctantly gets up from the bed and
    switches on the lights. He has to have an early start if he
    wants to beat the busy Lagos traffic. He goes to the bathroom
    and brushes his mouth, has a cold shower and towels his lean
    body dry. At six feet 2 inches he is a fairly tall fellow, light in
    complexion, with facial features that are easy on the eyes. His
    well kept crew-cut hair fits his round head in such a way as to
    give him a boyish appearance even though a scattering of grey
    hair on his beard and mustache betray his real age to be in his
    middle thirties. His naturally bright eyes which used to add
    credence to the illusion of his eternal youth are now dulled by
    the thought of that singular damsel. He sighs and goes to his
    wardrobe where he picks up an already ironed blue T.M Lewin
    long sleeved shirt and a pair of jet black trousers. He wears
    this sluggishly and brings down his ward coat from the hanger
    on his door. He has no appetite so he doesn’t eat. He looks
    around his one room apartment one more time, checking to
    see if he has missed anything, then locks the door shut. A few
    minutes later he is back, cursing under his breath and picking
    up his car keys from under the bed before going out again.
    The time is 6am.
    The drive down to Yaba Psychiatric hospital is a tortuous one
    for him. Apart from the fact that his mind is still distracted
    from thinking about Bisi, he has to contend with other people
    on the road who have decided to try and beat the traffic as
    well. By six o clock, Dr Paul is close to the hospital and has
    been yelled at, insulted, and nearly run into on at least one
    occasion by other motorists on the road. Just as he is about
    to turn his Toyota Camry 2008 model into the hospital
    premises, he hits another car, a jeep on the fender. The
    woman driver comes out angrily and screams at him. She had
    right of way, she says, why won’t he put “Learner” on his car
    bumper she says. He aoplogises and introduces himself, tries
    to give the woman his card, says he will pay for the damage.
    The woman stares at him for a while and softens. Without a
    word she enters into her jeep and zooms off. It is only when
    he is about entering back into his car that he notices his
    trafficator light is broken. He loses his temper and kicks at the
    car headlight, completely disengaging it from its socket and
    tearing his shoe. Exasperated, he enters back into his car,
    ignoring the small traffic he has caused behind him and drives
    through the hospital gates.
    He gets to his office and is relieved to find that it is nurse
    becky that is on duty today. Nurse becky understands him,
    understands the way he works. On many occasions their
    colleagues have commended them on being a good team
    since they do so well together. At the back of his mind comes
    the thought that Nurse becky might have a crush on him but he
    pushes that thought away. He likes her but his heart belongs
    to Bisi. At the thought of her he grimaces again. Is love
    supposed to hurt so much? What were they even arguing
    about anyway? Why did he always have to engage in an
    intellectual argument with her? Why was she so, so…
    stubborn? He reasons that, had it not been for the fact that she
    was so beautiful and sophisticated he would have left her by
    He is so deep in thought that he doesn’t realize Nurse Becky
    has entered the office and is staring at him as if he is some
    kind of greek god. She is much shorter than him, being a little
    above five feet, and fatter, voluptuous, she likes to call it and
    though her beauty isn’t going to win her any facial contests
    anytime soon, her dark features and smooth skin all added to
    an amazing smile makes her very easy on the eyes. If only Dr
    Paul would notice this, she sighs dreamily.
    She coughs gently and he almost jumps out of his skin. What
    can he be thinking about? Well whatever it is, it is enough to
    have dampened his features and deprived him of sleep as
    evidenced by the dark circles around his oh so lovely brown
    eyes. He has a glazed look in his eyes for a moment but then
    they focus in on her and he smiles that smile that always
    leaves her weak at the knees. She hesistates for a while before
    saying hello. He answers her formally, though still smiling, and
    asks if he has any appointments today.
    “Yes,” she says, “A case of drug induced psychosis. He has
    been on admission for three days now, went into a catatonic
    state for two hours yesterday after which he claimed he was
    alright and would like to see you.”
    He nods at her, impressed at her resourcefulness and he lets
    her know it. She blushes although from the darkness of her
    skin it is impossible to tell. He asks her to bring him in from
    the ward, that he will see him in his office. Nurse Betty smiles
    and leaves the office. Dr Paul watches her go and for a while
    he ponders on why he has never gotten closer to her. But then
    again she isn’t as sophisticated or as beautiful as Bisi. And
    besides all the magazines he has read on the topic always put
    a big no-no on office relationships.
    He walks around the big desk to his seat which is a swivel
    action affair with very soft, light blue cushions. On the right
    side of the desk is the patient’s case file which he picks up
    and inspects. On his left is a tray with a ceramic coffee teapot
    with intricately drawn chinese figures written in bold red
    lettering at the side and a matching designer mug. He lifts up
    the teapot and is pleased to see that it is full. He makes a
    mental note to thank Nurse Betty and pours himself a cup of
    coffee, no milk, no sugar, just as he prefers it. He likes to be
    relaxed both physically and emotionally when doing his job.
    Seeing psychiatric patients can be tasking and he doesn’t want
    to end up with a mental breakdown of his own.
    He takes another sip of coffee and settles down to read the
    case before the patient arrives, the name of the patient is
    Chukwudi B-, a 29years old male who hails from the east, said
    to have gone into a manic state in his apartment here in Lagos
    after smoking some marijuana. Symptoms include irrational
    talk, hallucinations, delusions and a recent state of catatonia
    after which the patient appeared rational and denied any form
    of marijuana use. Dr Paul smiles to himself as he reads this. It
    wouldn’t be the first time a drug user would deny substance
    abuse, but it would be interesting watching the patient trying to
    behave sane.
    Ten minutes later and there is a knock on the door. Nurse
    Betty walks in with two men, one of them a burly male nurse
    who usually escorts patients that are deemed “violent” and the
    second is a young man of average height, wearing a designer
    T-shirt with “I am Teaser” written bolder on the front and deep
    blue denim jeans. The man’s face is rugged and handsome
    despite the stubbles of hair on his chin, probably as a result of
    having not shaved in three days and his eyes twinkle, like
    someone who knows something but will never tell. He walks in
    confidently with the nurses behind him and sits down without
    being asked. He meets Dr Paul’s stare with a friendly smile
    and, for a fraction of a second, Dr Paul feels there is going to
    be a role reversal, like he is going to be the patient and this
    mysterious looking man, his doctor. ]]]

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    Oh no! Y stop at dat poing. Plz post d next episode.
    Definitely, Chukwudi is now healthy & Dr. Paul will b his patient as he tells him tinz in hiz subconscious

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