{"id":396,"date":"2014-07-05T11:09:45","date_gmt":"2014-07-05T11:09:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/?p=396"},"modified":"2014-08-30T11:17:21","modified_gmt":"2014-08-30T11:17:21","slug":"millipede-chasing-part-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/?p=396","title":{"rendered":"Millipede Chasing &#8211; Part 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a title=\"Millipede Chasing \u2013 Part 1\" href=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/millipede-chasing-part-1\/\"><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 CLICK THIS FOR Part 1<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Millipede Chasing\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/82GLHb-SmW4?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-319 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3.jpg\" alt=\"Millipede-3\" width=\"615\" height=\"409\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3.jpg 615w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-600x399.jpg 600w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-510x339.jpg 510w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-332x220.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 615px) 100vw, 615px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>MILLIPEDE CHASING<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Text Copyright \u00a9 Ada Uzoije 2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">All Rights Reserved<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author&#8217;s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">PART FOUR<\/p>\n<p>Now she had asked for the attendance of a doctor and was vehemently denied by the shrewd and vindictive nurse at the hospital\u2019s emergency ward.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAargh!Aargh!Aargh!\u201d Chibukem moaned, falling from the chair. She was lying on the ground with both hands clutching her pelvis, as if to stop the baby from coming out. She stared at the door, desperately wishing the doctor would appear and rush her to the delivery room. Another patient in the waiting room saw this. He shouted at the nurse, \u201cDon\u2019t be so wicked! Help the woman! It is your job!\u201d He approached Chibukem to console her when he heard the nurse shouting, \u201cShut up! Are you going to pay for her hospital fees?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis woman is going to die,\u201d the male patient replied. Then he looked at Chibukem and patted her back gently. \u201cMadam, it will be okay,\u201d he said soothingly.<\/p>\n<p>The next moment Chibukem\u2019s water broke, wetting the floor where her helper sat. Chibukem saw it and swallowed hard with great concern for what was going to happen to her. Her throat was dry and as she looked at the mess on the floor she felt her pelvis. \u201cThe baby is coming!\u201d she shouted, \u201cAargh!Aargh!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMadam, you will pay. You will pay. We don\u2019t deliver free, this is a private clinic,\u201d the nurse sneered at her, pulling at one of her ears to make her statement.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, help her up!\u201d said the male patient angrily.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou are wicked! God punish you!\u201d the other patients in the room shouted at the nurse. The noise of all the shouting and Chibukem\u2019s labour screams got the doctor\u2019s attention. He rushed from his office and was not pleased with what he saw. He would much rather deliver her baby than have this woman die in his hospital.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cQuick! Quick! Help me carry the lady to the delivery room,\u201d he asked the nurse. But the male patient quickly carried the woman, following the doctor while the nurse followed behind. Yet she did not appear to be the least bit ashamed of herself.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">******<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Where the procession of church goers were chasing the thief, the weather had grown steadily worse, the breeze playing around the air. The wind had become unfriendly, blowing people\u2019s hats away. It even a whipped a lady\u2019s wig off, prompting her to chase her wig rather than the thief. Women with children had wisely stopped chasing as their children were complaining about the rising cold. The old people also gave up the chase as their bones started failing them. The rest of the strong ones kept chasing him, keeping their promise to finish the chase. Emenanjo kept running, trying to catch his breath, running to nowhere in particular. He just kept running, because he realised that running was be the only thing keeping him alive.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">******<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere is the patient?\u201d asked the doctor.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe went to the toilet, apparently,\u201d said the nurse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow long ago?\u201d the doctor asked. He was worried, looking at the baby crying in the cot.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s been quite a while,\u201d the nurse said, now looking concerned. \u201cLet me go see if she is alright,\u201d she said and rushed out of the prenatal room.<\/p>\n<p>The baby cried louder and louder. With concern for the child\u2019s welfare the doctor looked at him and he wished the baby\u2019s mother could come and feed him. It made him angry when mothers neglected the care of their babies.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoctor! Doctor! She has run away!\u201d the nurse shouted, rushing into the prenatal room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat? What is this? This woman is wicked!\u201d he shouted and stamped his feet. Then he noticed that the nurse was holding a piece of paper. He asked her what it was.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI saw it in the toilet, \u201cshe said. \u201cThe woman had written the name of her baby on it,\u201d the nurse replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGive me that.\u201d The doctor took it from her hand and read the jagged lettering on the paper. \u201c<strong>EMENANJO<\/strong>\u201d, he pronounced. \u00a0He looked up at the nurse and asked, \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-402 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1-510x341.jpg\" alt=\"baby-hands1\" width=\"510\" height=\"341\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1-510x341.jpg 510w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1-600x402.jpg 600w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1-700x468.jpg 700w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/baby-hands1.jpg 815w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 510px) 100vw, 510px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong style=\"font-weight: 600; font-style: inherit;\">The story continue\u2026 Part 5 will be posted on the \u00a012\/07\/2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I hope you enjoy your visit to Igboland? Kindly, leave a comment below.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">THANK YOU<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 CLICK THIS FOR Part 1 &nbsp; MILLIPEDE CHASING Text Copyright \u00a9 Ada Uzoije 2014 All Rights Reserved This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author&#8217;s imagination. 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