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Part 1 – The Delivery

The matron raised her face to look at the old clock hanging from the wall of the barely lit health center. It was just a few minutes before 2 am. It had been a trying early morning.

The last of the motley crowd had just left. It had been crazy, but everyone left cheering and exchanging fist bumps. The delivery of the triplets was successful.

At one point it looked as if both mother and unborn children would be lost. At another it looked as if the mother was not going to make it. She was indeed strong. She pushed and pushed. One time she passed out and had to be resuscitated. The midwife said she had never experienced a delivery like this. Through it all, the community waited, patiently, for news, any kind of news.

Operation Gore

The US-Africa summit just ended in Washington and it did not turn out as fine as members of the G-7 wished it would. Barack Obama flat out refused to budge on the issue many of the forty something heads of states and governments from Africa laid out as the most pressing. The need to share the secret serum against the dreaded disease or at least share the secret formula for making it.

I Keep My Head Away From The Chop Block

This is random.

When I get writer’s block, I simply stay away from anything that will make my head hurt from trying to think my way out of the cloud. I simply let it rest and come back to it sometime in the future.

Race Against The Virus

The nurse rushed into the Doctor’s office, panting and barely managing to speak audibly.

“Doctor! Doctor, the patient is getting worse” called out the nurse on duty.

Ambush At Dawn

I was down to my last magazine. This firefight had lasted for 2 whole hours as dawn began to crack. We had taken casualties, heavy casualties. They had all fought beside me like truly valiant men of the Army. I looked at my heavily strapped left arm which had 2 bullets lodged somewhere in there. I also had bullets in my legs, but I did not know how many. The body armor had done its job. I had bled a lot but the fight in me had not sipped out one drop.

My name is Sergeant Yakubu Alobamchukwu. I led a squad of 13 men that morning.  We were from the 11 Division of the Army, and here is what happened.

Calamity At 35,000 Feet

The plane started taxing towards the runway, the 12 hour trip was about to begin.

I cast a side glance at Mabel. She looked ever so radiant, ever so beautiful.

“Sweetheart, are you ok? You look worried” She said snuggling close to me in her window seat.

“I am fine pumpkin, just excited about this holiday” I replied, kissing her on the forehead.

Could it be that she read my mind? That even got me a bit jittery.