snippets from a life story (facts and fiction)

As per the outpatient records kept at the health facility, she had her name listed as Fuleira Ousmanie; sophomore year student from a non-disclosed institution of higher learning, Islamic by virtue of religion. I, her companion of indeterminate religious affiliation, diamond stud in both ears with a look of confused worry all over my face; I was her immediate relation and next of kin. I countersigned against her name without perusing the document… reading the fine prints on the yellow sheet of paper was of flawed importance to me at that critical moment; I was Kofi Abotua, thrusting the pad before the nurse, and our interest, Fuleira's and mine, was in the liberating success of the procedure that was bound to ensure she got her life back on track so she could further her education and aspirations of a life to be lived in scholarly jurisprudence and journalistic ease. All she ever dreamed of apart from her undying love and affection for me was the legal and the pen working hand in hand to positively influence society. The post surgery preliminaries were done with; she was ready for ER. Little did I know what was to follow- I lost Fuleira as a prognosis to Alhaji Bhanda, the local neighbourhood oil tycoon.