Must Read: My Life At Thirty (18 )

7 years ago

Must Read: My Life At Thirty (18 )

was already first semester 300level, that was 2005, we had our Jihad week and we are supposed to travel to Ibadan for our Jihad week.

Aisha was to go with us, I left home with my bag, got to school mosque and arrangement was top notch. I was waiting to see Aisha but there was nobody like her…i called her number but she was not picking, i kept on trying but her number was just ringing without anybody answering.
I was so worried about her whereabouts that i quickly enter cab to town to go and check her up in her hostel since we still have some time left, i got to her hostel but it was locked, i asked her house mate and they said she already left home saying she was going to camp. I was so worried and continue calling her number when someone eventually picked her call and said they are at Anchormed Hospital…Anchormed ke? What happened?

I quickly rushed down there and on getting there i called the number again and located the person that picked the call, i asked about Aisha and i was told she had a bike accident on her way to her bus stop at Oke-Odo. I requested to see her and was led to where she was, she had some bruises over her hand and part of her leg. Alhamdullilahi that it wasn’t more than that.

I received a call about thirty minutes later that it was time for us to be going to camp, i had to tell them to help me keep my bag somewhere that i will join the camp probably the following day as something urgent just happened. I knew straight away that i couldn’t go to the camp again that very day and it was just a five days camp.

Aishat was treated and they administer drug for her with injection, they told us we can go home and the only thing she need to do is to continue using the pain reliever that was given to her. We left the hospital and headed straight to Aisha’s hostel, i make sure she was okay, helped her with necessary things before leaving her place around 10pm. I took bike from Oke-Odo straight to my house in sanrab.

I brought bread on my way to the hostel as i remembered we didn’t have stew at home, i got to our house and everywhere was dry already, virtually everybody was in their room. I opened my door and it was not locked, Ismaeel was not inside either, i took the bread to the kitchen and decided to pray first before eating as have not prayed Asri, Moghrib and Ishai (4pm,7pm and 8pm prayers). I headed straight to the toilet, i opened the door and shouted Ahuzubillahi mina sheitoni rojeem (I seek refuge from God from Satan).

What i saw was a lady totally unclad making use of the toilet, as in not even putting anything on, she too shouted blood of jesus immediately when i opened the door. I close the door back, i don’t even know where to go, either to stay in the room or go outside. I picked my phone to call Ismaeel but the phone was inside our room ringing.

I was deliberating to go outside when Ismaeel walked in from the kitchen, he was putting on just a boxer short apparently coming from Ezekiel’s place. He was shocked when he sighted me and didn’t even know what to say, we were still on the euphoria of shock when the lady in the bathroom said “baby, please help me with a towel and my night gown.