It was 4:30 am in the morning, I stood up to urinate while I was urinating, I felt a hand touching me but none was there so I ignored the feeling and went back to bed. Then after, I woke up around 6:00 am to prepare for class and I rushed to then dinning. When I returned, I came back with my friends, Tunde and Baye. Immediately,we entered my room, what we saw made our jaw's drop. There were writings on the wall and it was written with blood. "HELP ME, FREE ME OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES".

In the bustling city of Abuja, the honking of cars and the vrooming of bikes sang a wake up song to the indigenes of Nigeria. I was laying flat on my bed as the roster's crow penetrates my ear forcing me to rise up and work. Stepping into the bathroom, I brushed, and bathed and went straight to the kitchen, scanning through the pots they were all empty, the pot of egusi soup I left in the freezer empty, "Oluchi, Oluchi, where's the egusi soup in the freezer naw", I called out to my younger sister, entering her room, I found her fast asleep with a dark tall guy who seems fast asleep, the smell of alcohol and cigarette filled the room, clothes scattered on the floor, I closed my nose with one hand and shook Oluchi vigorously as she tried to open her eyes and stretched her body moving the blanket down her body revealing her bare upper body, "Oluchi where's the pot of egusi soup in the freezer", I could hear her curse underneath her breath then began mummuring, after several attempts to speak clearly she gave up and gave into the sleep that was consuming her, I could feel the throbbing headache she could've been feeling after taking so much alcohol the previous night. Frustrated, I dragged myself out and went back to the kitchen to drink garri with salt as I've been doing since my sister decided to finish the little food I manage to keep anytime I return from hustling. Hanging my waist purse, I walked through the busy street to my spot in Bwari market where I do my Pos business, having no sale during late afternoon, I told my neighbor who was selling fruit to help me watch over my stand, crossing the road to buy water, I began struggling with the zip of my purse and like a dream someone from behind me who was pretending to price a middle age woman goods, after looking into my purse unhooked my purse and dragged it and fled into the crowed, my andraline began rushing, blood was flowing to my head like water, my head was messed up, not thinking straight I stood there praying silently that it was all a dream I looked down my waist and my purse was still not there, the next thing I saw was total darkness, I couldn't feel my body. After wandering in the darkness of my mind, I saw a sharp bright light, I shut my eyes due to the intensity of the light and tried severally to open my eyes, my eyes adjusted to the light and I could look around my surroundings, I laid on a small bed like one of a student with a drip connected to my hand, the yellow walls made the room sunlight coming through the window reflect directly to my bed, outside my room, I could hear the noise of both patients and practitioners, sirens of ambulance going in and out of the hospital none stop, I sat up and opened the curtain to reveal the quiet garden, as the breeze blow and hits the trees,they sway in unison, I dragged the drip stand with me and went to the garden. I sat down on one of the wooden benches kept between two beds of well trimmed bushes, the breeze hits my face sending shivers down my spine as images of the previous day floods my mind, why would GOD let them the only means of living away, I worked two jobs a day to start that business, all my molding of blocks, my washing of clothes, my packing of sand, all in vain. How will I pay for my handouts, l could barely pay my tuition fees, watin man go do for better life abeg, this thing don tire me. I wish I could return back to the days where I could lay my head on my mother's lap while she stroke my head "it will all go away son, change is the only thing that's constant, pray and leave the rest to God", pfft God, which God, the God that let my mother get murdered while returning from her trip to her maternal land, or the God that watches my sister and I suffer, God who's mercy full and Good but yet he had decided who he would bless and who he would favour, a tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my reverie, looking back was, a young girl, in her late teens mumbling some words but with the severity of my muddle I couldn't make out what she was saying, she was pointing back to my room and giving me to faint push on my shoulder, and I thought I was to return to my room. I emerged from my thoughts, the doctor who was then standing by the window, came towards me signalling me to sit, "how are you feeling today?" "better, I think", "good then, you are free to go, you just had a panic attack with constant hydration and complete meals you will be back to normal, just go to the receptionist and make payments for your treatment", payment kwa, hey what will I do, I changed into the worn out clothes I was brought with. As I approached the reception, senerous of what can happen was countless, "good morning madam, I was told to come and pay up my bills, please how much is it?", the receptionist looked at me up to down severally before asking me in a nonchalant way "what's your name?", "Paul" "what room?", "room1024", she printed out a paper and she gave gave to me;items.