CHIDIMMA

On the 9th of March, 2017, like seriously? It was a day that Heavens cannot forget and the earth will forever remember. It happened to be the day POL206 test was held, the test was as technical as anything, only praying to God that I don’t get below what is needed to pass, the technicality of the test made me loose balance at first but then encouraged myself and moved on with my day trying to survive and at the same time waiting for IRS208 lectures with one of my favorite lecturers. After enjoying the boredom of the interesting class I proceeded to pursue one of my careers - car wash. I went to wash another favourite lecturer of mine’s car which took some quality time from my time, although not for free because I collected my money (#500). 

After the washing of the car, I ended up in my room in preparation for ECN202 test which I’ve not been reading but just have to read it like never before, but fatigue and its entourage will not make me concentrate, so I decided to rest from the stress of the day so as to regain some strength before the test of time begins. When I woke up around 7:30pm with a massive musical display outside my room, I decided to vacate the room and go to AUD1 which happens to be the venue for my 7:00am test the next day, after packing all the necessities, I decided to visit the CRADLE of OAU QUEENS to say good night to a friend of mine who might come looking for me in my room.

I was about leaving for my destination with the escort of my friend when we met two pretty ladies outside waiting for motorcycle to take them to health centre, and as a well cultured OAU student and Yoruba boy, I decided to show sympathy as one of them was at the point of going on a journey of six feet (God forbid). In an attempt to make enquiries about what the problem was, as the fair of the two was about explaining the situation on ground the affected was already on the ground of course fainted, and so I met Chidimma.

Where the strength came from I had no idea, where the courage strayed from, I cannot explain, the next thing was that this girl started gasping for breath and shouting, I was confused because I have no idea about the situation on ground, she was in my arms and how I managed to put her on the bike with some other good Samaritans around I don’t know, for the first time that day, the thought of POL206 test left me and the burden of the fact that I’ve not read so well for ECN202 test faded away, all my mind could think of was the helpless girl in my arms, I lost vision of everyone around as I was shaking to the last toes on my feet, fortunately a bike man came to our rescue in an attempt to rush her to the death centre, oh sorry, health centre. This old bike man definitely had no idea of what it means to be an ambulance driver and so with a shout from me, he came back to his senses that it was an emergency case and so he sped as we took off to the destination.

Upon getting there, intecu users were so engrossed with their respective internet connections as it was glaring that they were outside this planet, but where the voice came from I don’t know, Chidimma was already giving up as she was damn helpless, with a shout of help!!! From me every living thing including mosquitoes at that point came to my rescue, we managed to rush her to the emergency section of our dear beloved health centre. But as usual, they’ve never disappointed me before they could render no help as we were referred immediately to OAUTHC.

I never knew her from Adam, CHIDIMMA! CHIDIMMA!! CHIDIMMA!!! Was the only chorus and verse in my mouth as we rushed her down to the Ambulance. With a top speed, (that driver must be a regular player of Need for Speed Most Wanted) and God saving our respective lives, we got to OAUTHC emergency section, Chidimma became NEPA light as we were journeying down to OAUTHC, with a lot of slaps and shouts from Mary, Emmanuel (Mary’s Boyfriend) and I, we were able to keep her mini revived.

While the nurse ran like a mad dog to get a stretcher, tears were already dropping from my eyes with every hope in my heart that Chidimma was not going to die, I managed to shout for the last time as they refused to at first attend to us, HELP!!!!!!!!, they came back to their senses that someone was actually dying just as the bike man and rally rounded us, Emmanuel and I were already shaking and Mary in fear, managed to rush her in and then a stretcher was provided and they started attending to her alongside the Hausa men wounded at the Sabo crisis. With the help of professional Doctors and Nurses on ground Chidimma was calmed with oxygen and came back to life after some 15 minutes. At exactly 10:30pm, Emmanuel, Mary and I were taken back to school by Chidimma’s grandfather, leaving Chidimma at the mercies of the Nurses and her Grandma, but she spoke to me before I left her - “please don’t go!” she said and with pity in my heart I said “all will be well, good bye”

I followed Chidimma’s health up by calling her grandma almost every day, but thank God for grandma, she was never tired of my calls and giving me information and updates on her health. March 17, 2017, Chidimma was finally discharged and she called me with her grandma’s number at around 5pm. It was then I realized how good, important, and paramount a good health is. Thanks to God, Chidimma is back to life.