STORY: (18+) My NYSC experience with a Fulani girl

A story written by Circleofwilis

I'm a corper serving at a hospital in Adamawa. I am not a doctor but I have little experience in medical practice because of my prior training as a CHEW( Community Health Worker) before I became a medical lab scientist…
Its a known problem that some medical workers are not efficient all over the country. It's even worse in the hospital I work. Sometimes I do help the doctors see patients with minor ailments in the consulting room.

I see all age range which cuts cross across males and females. I work Monday-Friday but my Mondays are usually hectic because they are the days when you get to shout and talk more. It's so difficult controlling crowd on such days.

I was in the consulting room one fateful Monday when this lady came in without knocking just to inform me that her mum was coughing!
‘For heavens sake so many people are coughing. How is this cough an emergency? Get out!’ I shouted, without looking up.
The next thing I heard was a sniff
‘Doctor my mum is coughing out blood’ she said, then I looked up and saw a tall, fair Fulani girl wearing a hijab.
This is where the story begins!

Nafisa was her name. It's difficult to describe in words how beautiful she is. It was when I took my eyes off the paper work that I agreed with the people who said Adamawa was the land of beauty.
She was a 19 year old girl who has spent the majority if not all of her life at home under strict supervision in accordance with religious Fulani practice of purdah. Nafisa is only allowed to hospital and relative houses during ceremonies. She only had a primary school education. She speaks Hausa fluently with a little of English.

The way I left the consulting room to see the mother was as if the girl commanded me to. I rushed outside to her mum coughing, blood splattered on the floor. I then left immediately to inform the medical doctors about her condition because was beyond me as a lab scientist.
Her mother was admitted into the hospital for treatment and further evaluation.


They stayed in the hospital for 8 days, 8 remarkable days of my my life.

I did all I could to ensure the mother was attended to. I provided all the necessary test needed for her. I even helped secure blood for transfusion. All these I did under Nafisa’s spell.

Some days in, Nafisa was cleaning up the dried blood stains on the mother’s body when I entered. I noticed she was finding it difficult lifting her mother to a sitting position. I then offered to help. She was standing in a tight corner between the bed and the wall, so I moved to enter the narrow space she created fr me between herself and the bed. I tried to squeeze myself in without making contact because I felt the blood could be a transmitted infection. There and then my elbow brushed something that felt so soft. My arm stood there for seconds. I felt the current down my groin, my J0ystick responded and the whole hair on my body stood erect. I was sure I had goose pimples. Nafisa shouted ‘ahuzubilahi’, that was when got back to my senses. I apologized and went on with helping her mum sit. I took my blood samples, in the process I initiated a conversation using the little Hausa I know. I asked what her name was and the name of her elder sister who was doing the running around in the hospital. With a shy face she told me her name, Nafisa and her sister's Ummi. She could not look at me in the face all through this conversation, but she kept on laughing and making jest of my Hausa.

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I left the ward imagining Nafisa without her hijab. As I was headed to the lab buried in my fantasies I heard a faint sweet voice calling me ‘dokta’ dokta’, I turned and saw Nafisa walking towards me.
I had no plan on how to go on with the mission of getting her to myself but d gods of mazi-omenuko were with me. I tried to converse with her but she was in a haste may be because she didn’t want to be seen talking to a man. She informed me her elder sister would be sleeping over so she collected my phone number without giving me hers. She then walked away.

I stayed in the corpers' lodge within the hospital. I was about taking my bath around 9 PM when my phone rang. Whenever I tried picking up, the call drops dead. This kept happening for over 20 minutes. I got pissed. With irritation I called the number. The person picked and said ‘salama lekum’. It was a lady’s voice.
‘Who is on the line?’ I asked.
She answered, ‘Nafisa ne'
'are u within the hospital?', she asked.
I said yes. She said missed her bike because of the curfew and she would have to spend the night in the hospital.
One problem was that only a loved one was allowed to stay with a patient. Unfortunately, her sister had taken the one slot available.

Naso I hit jackpot oo.

The main tori dey come soon oo..

Episode 2 turns up tomorrow.

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