Chapter 7: Clinic Palava and Hostel Laugh

I quietly follow Okechukwu reach where him wan do surgery. The clinic hide well, third floor for underground car park, everywhere dirty die. No hygiene at all. Clinic hide for third floor, car park dey smell of engine oil and old akara.

I wear face cap, dey observe from far. If you see the place – e be like abandoned chemist. The nurse wear slippers, na wrapper she tie.

For my last life, after I stop Okechukwu from surgery, na less than six months, dem close the clinic—plenty people wey do the surgery, their thing spoil.

Na hospital dey full people wey dey try repair the wahala. Even one lecturer for our school suffer, but e no wan make gist spread.

I wan see how Okechukwu own go be.

I dey hope say lesson go enter. But some people no dey hear word until ground swallow their leg.

As Okechukwu enter, e dey walk like person wey wan win jackpot. The surgery suppose last forty minutes, but na three hours before Okechukwu show. As he come out, the anesthesia never clear, him dey wobble, nobody to help am, just dey suffer.

E face pale, e dey sweat. If you see as e dey drag leg, you go think say na masquerade wey chop beating for festival.

Normally, this kind surgery suppose dey hospital some days, but that clinic just push am go house. Dem no send anybody.

Na so Naija be—once money drop, dem no dey look back. I dey pity am small, but my own wahala pass.

I gats talk true, Okechukwu stubborn no be small. To save money, he no even take keke after surgery, just limp go bus stop.

I see am dey wave down danfo, na so the conductor dey shout, "Oga, no dey form, enter before I carry your change!" Okechukwu just dey hold himself, dey try no show pain.

After all I see for my last life, I no dey pity Okechukwu again. Everybody get him own cross. Na him use hand find trouble.

Na true, for this life, man dey learn by force. I carry my small bag, enter Bolt, cruise go house with my Benz.

I play Burna Boy loud, dey thank God say my own matter different.