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    williams kaduna boi
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    Hello young man,” the psychiatrist said, looking kindly at me.
    I gave him one of my most winning smiles. I needed to be as
    friendly as possible if I was going to pull this one off. I took
    one look at him at it was awesome. I thought I could see into
    other people before, but now it was like looking with super
    vision. I saw everything, every little detail about the doctor
    was made known to me. Is this how I used to see when I was
    little? No wonder I had run into so much trouble then. I knew
    his name, the day he was born, his worst fear, his greatest
    accomplishments. Every little hidden secret was an open book
    to me. And I read him. And I marvelled at this gift.
    “So,” he said. “My name is-”
    “Dr Paul O-, yes I know” I replied.
    The psychiatrist looked a little startled at first, then he looked
    at his name tag on his desk and smiled.
    “Very observant of you” he said,
    “I didn’t read your name tag” I replied.
    “Of course you didn’t” the doctor responded condescendingly.
    “A voice must have told you, right?”
    I noted his sarcasm and resisted the urge to get angry. He was
    still viewing me as a patient. I needed to be calm to convince
    him otherwise.
    He noticed my silence and opened up my case note and
    started writing. I tried not to look curious as he scribbled down
    whatever he thought was wrong with me. Finally he spoke:
    “How long have you been smoking Indian hemp?”
    “I have never smoked Indian hemp in my life.”
    “Oh come now,” he said, “I can’t help you unless you tell me
    the truth.”
    I turned back and saw the two nurses at alert behind me.
    “Well, a little privacy would be nice,” I said pointedly.
    He hesitated for a moment then asked both nurses out of the
    office. The female nurse objected, looking very concerned but
    he allayed her fears.
    “I don’t think our friend is going to be violent, nurse. He just
    wants a little privacy so he can tell me what I need to know
    without feeling shy, abi my friend?” He said smiling at me.
    I nodded and she reluctantly left with the male nurse. They
    shut the door but I could still feel thier presence. They hadn’t
    gone far.
    The doctor was looking at me, observing my every move. I
    was sure there was some kind of alarm button below his desk,
    if I misbehaved, those two would be back in the office in
    “Now then,” he said genially. “We are alone. So tell me when
    you started using Indian hemp.
    “I have never smoked Indian hemp in my life.” I repeated.
    He gave me a look like a headmaster who had caught one of
    his students doing something naughty, calmly took up my
    case note and read where they had found Indian hemp in my
    “And did you see the hemp sir? I asked innocently. The doctor
    admited that no, he hadn’t. I asked if anyone else had seen the
    said wraps of hemp for which he answered on the negative but
    said it was probably with the police who had accompanied the
    good Samaritan to my room.
    “I am sorry, doctor, but I am aware that when the police bring
    a case like this to your hospital, they usually leave thier
    number so they can be contacted in case of any eventuality.” I
    said. “Do you have any such information?”
    I saw a puzzled look come across the doctor’s face as he
    searched through my case note. Obviously he hadn’t bothered
    to look for any of these things and had simply begun seeing
    me based on the word of the “good samaritan” that had
    brought me in. And if he had met me in my “psychotic” state he
    would never had taken a second look at the supposed
    information given, as my case would have been typical in
    presentation to the tens of cases he saw like this everyday.
    Even if my parents who had travelled all the way from my
    hometown had vouched for me, my irrational talk and violent
    behaviour would have still convinced the doctor that I had been
    involved in some form of substance use. It was clear that my
    logical thinking was causing the doctor some concern and
    “Listen, Mr chuks,” the doctor said. “I don’t know why I can’t
    get any information regarding the whereabouts of your
    cannabis, but its probably an oversight from our staff.
    however, it also says here that you were having auditory and
    visual hallucinations which is typical of this condition. Now tell
    me, do you hear voices or see things that other people in the
    room do not see?”
    Here was my cue. Now was the moment of truth. I could
    either try and feign ignorance and hope he would discharge me
    based on my miraculous recovery, or I could let him in on
    what really happened and hope he wasn’t somehow on Mr
    A-‘s payroll. I didn’t have to think so much though, the next
    thing he said made up my mind for me”.
    “You might as well tell me the truth because either way I’m still
    going to keep you here even if its for observation.” And he
    started scribbling something else on my case note.
    “How is Bisi doing?” I said. “Are you planning on calling her
    The room became deathly silent. It was as if i had shot him
    with a stun gun, as if a massive amount of electricity had gone
    through his body. He just sat there, his mouth open, his
    fingers still moving the pen but writing nothing. I didn’t wait for
    him to respond.
    “She’s definitely not the girl for you, if you don’t mind my
    saying so. Someone who would argue with you and keep
    malice for four days just because you came a few minutes late
    for a lunch appointment isn’t going to be anymore
    understanding if and when you do get married.”
    The doctor was finally able to find his voice though his fingers
    were still twitching spasmodically. “How…how did
    “Okay sir, here’s the thing.” I said. “Yes I do see things
    sometimes that other people don’t see but that doesn’t make
    me crazy, just different. And I don’t talk about it unless I feel it
    will be of help to the person, just as I feel I have helped you
    out of making the biggest mistake of your life. I don’t smoke
    Indian hemp, never have and hopefully nevrr will. I was framed
    and its a very long story, one that maybe one day I’ll write into
    a book and publish, but not one I have the time to tell right
    now. Right now I have to leave this hospital as soon as
    possible. I’ll do any test you want me to do to prove my sanity
    but I don’t have the time because I strongly feel the girl of my
    dreams is about to make a very grave mistake and I have to
    be there to stop her. And oh yes, the woman whose fender you
    hit today only let you off because she saw your car had
    sustained more damage than hers.”
    The look on the doctor’s face was priceless. He seemed like he
    wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. For a man who
    believed strongly in logic I had just blown his beliefs out of the
    water. He looked at me for a while and I wondered what he
    was going to say, what he was going to do.
    “So…Bisi is not my soulmate?” He asked.
    “I’m sorry, no.” I said. “Marry her and you’ll be struggling the
    rest of your life. All that glitters isn’t gold, my friend.”
    He smiled sadly at that last statement and I saw tears come to
    his eyes. Suddenly he scribbled some more into my case note
    and signed off then turned it towards me so I could read. The
    last line went:
    I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked him.
    ‘No, thank you,” he said. “I haven’t felt so good in four days.
    You are free to go. I would like to have your number though, if
    you don’t mind.”
    I gave it to him and started to leave the office. I opened the
    door and saw the two nurses sitting on a bench outside. The
    female nurse jumped up on seeing me and I smiled at her. I
    turned back and said to the doctor who was still sitting dazed
    in his chair.
    “You two make a good team. Imagine drinking that well
    brewed coffee for the rest of your life. Open your eyes, man!”
    Then I smiled again and gave way for the female nurse who
    promptly came into the office and asked if the doctor was
    alright. The doctor looked at her and I saw that he had made
    the connection.
    “I’m fine Nurse Betty,” He said. “The patient has been
    discharged. Let him go home.”

    to be continued

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    Wooooooooaaaaaawwwwww! Kudos williams!!!! So interesting, I can’t get enough. So now dat u v help doc solve his case nd now free t go home, what next????

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    Wat will b nina fate?

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    Wow!!!!! Cant wait 4 next episode…..keep it rolling nd kudos

    #230411 Reply
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    wow wow wow!!! Can’t wait to read d next,pls update fast i wanna see what chukwudi d sronger wanna do at nina case nd her father in-law

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    His name is chukwudi from east of naija….. Is like he will d doc and i d patient…… Thank for helping him…. All giltters are not gold….. You too can make a great team……… Next!!!

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    Mehn I mst confess dat u really trying 4 updating everyday

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