T H E 8 T H W O N D E R O F T H E W O R L D ... - Naijamania

There I was in a pool of my own blood so close to home (my
haven) with no one to help me. What a horrible irony!
I managed to drag myself to the gate but I could not reach the
doorbell. The security man was doing some work in the backyard
just before I left, so I knew he would not be in the gatehouse. I
resorted to banging the gate hoping that someone would hear.
Unfortunately for me nobody did. Apparently, everybody was
watching the football match.
After banging on the gate for about fifteen minutes there was still no
help in sight. So I decided to drag myself to the car. My intention
was to press the horn for as long as I had the energy. I had lost so
much blood that I was close to passing out.
I mustered all the energy I could and dragged myself back to the
car. Just before I reached it a jeep drove by, stopped and reversed.
The Good (Nigerian) Samaritan got out, picked me up and put
me in the back seat of his jeep. As he drove around looking for a
hospital, I slipped in and out of consciousness. He kept talking to
me and encouraging me to hold on.
My Good (Nigerian) Samaritan took me to four different hospitals
but they all refused to treat me because I had gunshot wounds.
They were afraid that if they treated me the police would later
come and arrest them.
Apparently, people believe that there is a law that stipulates that
all gunshot patients must first get a police report to present to the
hospital before they can receive treatment. Is that not ridiculous
and irrational? Well, that was the unfortunate situation I found
myself in on that fateful day.
Prologue
“The eye avoids
danger without
questions.”
African Proverb
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