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the life of My PART 2
I'm sitting on a bench at the front of the Accident and Emergency ward. Everyone around here calls it A&E.
I changed my mind. I am no longer going to try and find my way to the College of Medicine. I can do that tomorrow morning abeg without the fear of being gang raped. I decided to sleep here in the hospital.
I still don't know my way around here. Sometimes I move round the walkways only to find myself at the point where I began. MORTUARY. It is becoming creepy. I have passed this place three times tonight . That's when I decided to come sit here but then I got cold and decided to walk in.
Have you ever been here?
Accident and Emergency.
I hate this place. So many people in pain. Shouting and crying. Some have screamed till they lost their voices and now they make funny sounds.
One leg cut off.
One arm.
Blood stains on the sheet...
More blood.
I think of where I am standing.
This is what I think hell looks like.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth.
This smell. Like rotten rust. I guess it is stale blood or decaying wounds. I don't know how to explain it but this smell is making me want to puke.
I cannot believe that I'm going to stay in here for hours everyday and the Government would have the audacity to not pay my salary. My chicken change salary.
My future already annoys me.
Just one night here and I am tired of my future.
Next year I will be cutting dead bodies open like Amaka does.
In two years I will start going for ward rounds like T.j
I am only 19 years old and I feel like I'm 29.
I don't socialise.
I have lost my beauty.
I'm buried in the grave of Medicine.
Last week was my birthday and I was afraid to celebrate.
If I fail my exam they will say they knew I would fail.
Why wouldn't she fail, all she does is party!
So many boys have asked me out because I used to be a fine girl in my old life but...
If I fail my exam they will say all I know is man.
Nobody would remember the sleepless nights in night class.
Nobody would remember that I had to cut my long hair to have 'time' for my books.
Nobody would remember that I used all of my allowance to photocopy materials till I had only #500 naira from all the plenty money I used 'wayo' to collect from my father.
These are the best years of my life.
I will never be 19 again but instead of night clubs I'm spending my night at the Accident and Emergency ward.
Instead of feeling pretty, I feel nauseous.
I am not happy being here. I'm not even going to lie to you I'm not happy seeing these people like this.
As tears well up in my eyes, a deep voice brought me back to reality.
"My, what are you doing here?"
I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.
My forever crush.
I'd tell you his name but he could be a follower on this blog.
I'm sure his girlfriend is too.
....
Also Read...
The life of My PART 3
I changed my mind. I am no longer going to try and find my way to the College of Medicine. I can do that tomorrow morning abeg without the fear of being gang raped. I decided to sleep here in the hospital.
I still don't know my way around here. Sometimes I move round the walkways only to find myself at the point where I began. MORTUARY. It is becoming creepy. I have passed this place three times tonight . That's when I decided to come sit here but then I got cold and decided to walk in.
Have you ever been here?
Accident and Emergency.
I hate this place. So many people in pain. Shouting and crying. Some have screamed till they lost their voices and now they make funny sounds.
One leg cut off.
One arm.
Blood stains on the sheet...
More blood.
I think of where I am standing.
This is what I think hell looks like.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth.
This smell. Like rotten rust. I guess it is stale blood or decaying wounds. I don't know how to explain it but this smell is making me want to puke.
I cannot believe that I'm going to stay in here for hours everyday and the Government would have the audacity to not pay my salary. My chicken change salary.
My future already annoys me.
Just one night here and I am tired of my future.
Next year I will be cutting dead bodies open like Amaka does.
In two years I will start going for ward rounds like T.j
I am only 19 years old and I feel like I'm 29.
I don't socialise.
I have lost my beauty.
I'm buried in the grave of Medicine.
Last week was my birthday and I was afraid to celebrate.
If I fail my exam they will say they knew I would fail.
Why wouldn't she fail, all she does is party!
So many boys have asked me out because I used to be a fine girl in my old life but...
If I fail my exam they will say all I know is man.
Nobody would remember the sleepless nights in night class.
Nobody would remember that I had to cut my long hair to have 'time' for my books.
Nobody would remember that I used all of my allowance to photocopy materials till I had only #500 naira from all the plenty money I used 'wayo' to collect from my father.
These are the best years of my life.
I will never be 19 again but instead of night clubs I'm spending my night at the Accident and Emergency ward.
Instead of feeling pretty, I feel nauseous.
I am not happy being here. I'm not even going to lie to you I'm not happy seeing these people like this.
As tears well up in my eyes, a deep voice brought me back to reality.
"My, what are you doing here?"
I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.
My forever crush.
I'd tell you his name but he could be a follower on this blog.
I'm sure his girlfriend is too.
....
Also Read...
The life of My PART 3
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