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Chapter 2

Sorry that's my imagination the real story starts here.

Actually I don't feel much pain but I think I'm having a serious migraine, damn that migraine I thought it will get but why am I feeling like it worst.

"Ugh.."

God it is killing me right now maybe it's because of my hyping tolerance I don't feel much pain I stand up everywhere around the room looks unfamiliar.

I get it because of my high pain tolerance, I will be last person to see the doctor since I'm quiet and I don't shout for help like others. I usually sit down at a corner watching as others are been attended to.

Is it a crime not being able to express my pain or should I start shouting like others but I can't I feel like I should be myself, quiet and slow at my pace without being forced.

It looks like my enemies have succeeded but I will overcome them. Oh sorry I am a typical Nigerian boy or guy as you may have it. Actually gem is not my name but I changed it since my name is so long that I didn't want to answer my name again, I started contemplating whether to answer my wife's name or my surname as my own name but then I got a name myself name and told my friends to start calling me Gem.

I'm the third child in a total of seven, is it bad to wish that from the fifth to seventh child was not born then my life would have been easier.

Hey you no go wake up, wetin dey do you.

(Hey aren't you going to wake up, what's wrong with you).

I don't tire ah!!! Abeg leave me. (I'm tired!!! Please leave me alone).

Gosh I'm going to slap that child when I get up from this damn bed, As if the pain is not enough he will purposely come near me to shout.

But why am I here in this room I suppose to be in my college hostel not here or na my enemies don succeed (a slang for getting into trouble or problems).