Mide was born into a happy and average family; her father was a banker and was educated, and her mom wasn't that educated but was very capable of taking care of the family and her shop.
She's the third born of four and was the first daughter, which made her very beloved by her parents.
She grew filled with love, kindness, and gifts.
Her father called her his African princess, but most importantly, he treated her like one. They were taught morals, were very active in church, were intelligent, and were involved in Bible recitation even at a very young age.
Her life was good, and no one can ask for anything better than that; she tops her class every time, no subject is too hard for her, and even her teachers are usually surprised at her knowledge.
There was no drama in her family, and even if it happened, it was of bliss and joy and not of chaos.
Like visiting the zoo, beach, and other fun places.
There is nothing significant to write about her, only her enjoyment, joy, and winnings, and her excelling.
She was always serious and focused about school, loved learning, and was neat and composed.
In flying colors she made it to senior secondary school.
"Can anyone here explain Newton's laws of motion for us?" Mr. Adu, their physics teacher, asked.
Mide raised up her hand.
"Alright, Mide, help us then," Mr. Adu said with a smile.
"Newton's first law of motion states that everybody continues in a state of motion or uniform motion in a straight line unless it is acted upon by an external force. The second law states that the rate of change of momentum of a body is directly proportional to the force applied, and this change takes place in the direction of the applied force. And the third law is that for every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction.
Mr. Adu smiled proudly. "Perfectly said, as expected. A hand of applause, everyone." Hands thundered as Mide sat down majestically, her heart never faltering nor her brow sweating.
Even the teachers are scared of her asking questions; she has asked more questions than they could answer.
Her confidence wasn't arrogance; it was built on knowledge.
"Mide, good morning, how was your night?" Jumoke, her friend, approached her during break time.
"It was great, and yours?" Mide asked her.
"Mine was awesome. Did you watch the Super Story of yesterday?" Jumoke asked, looking for someone to discuss the movie with.
"I was busy reading; I have no time to watch it," Mide answered.
"I forgot you don't usually watch movies. What did you read about?" Jumoke asked.
"I do watch movies, but educational movies. I don't watch for pleasure. I read about magnetism. Do you want to know about it?" She asked. "
That'll be too much for now, especially with today's physics about momentum; I haven't yet understood that." Jumoke confesses.
"How about I explain momentum to you then? Mide asked.
"That would be better." Jumoke answered as they both found a shade to discuss it.
She passed her WAEC in flying colors and gained admission into the university; her parents showered her with love, praise, and gifts.
"I'm really proud to have you as my sister, always excelling; it's really a thing of joy. I was influenced by you to be serious about my education too, if I'm to be honest with you. I hope you won't lose your spark. University is a place where most people relent and become lazy; I believe you won't be one," John, the firstborn, said.
"Don't worry about all that; I'm only focused on achieving my purpose, which is to become a psychologist," she said with a smile.
"With her brilliance, I always hoped she would go for medicine or something like that, but God knows best," her mother said, sighing.
"It's my dream, you know," she said, hugging her mother.
"Yes, I know. I do know you will excel there too, as always," she said.
"Grace, be like your elder sister. I have always told you to be serious with your education, do you hear me?" Her mother asked.
"Yes, Mum," Grace, their last born, replied.
"I bought something for my African queen." Her father opened an iPad for her; she was filled with joy, something she always dreamt of.
Well, there was joy, hugging, and prayers as she left home for university.
Her spark never died, but instead it blazed more than ever. She carried her school to different debates and always came out victorious. Everyone was talking about how she would make a great psychologist, for she understands the psychology of humans and has started helping already even before graduating.
She finishes as the overall best student the university has ever produced; a scholarship was waiting for her already after the graduation party.
A day before the party, she was tired after shopping and making up her hair, so she went to bed.
An old lady met her; she was extremely boiling with rage towards her.
"You have grown too big; a chicken is only fed for the pot, and you have grown so fat that no pot can contain you. Today is the end of you." She touched her and removed something from her heart; she woke up with a scream and then started laughing.
"A chicken, big pot," she started singing. Her roommates were scared, her parents were called, and her mother burst into tears. She fainted, was revived, and fainted again. She was sent to the hospital.
Mide was sent to the best psychiatric hospital in the country, but two years later her situation only got worse; she was taken from one church to another, but it was no use.
One faithful day, she ran away from the church while prayer was going on. She was sought for east, west, north, and south, but to no avail; she wasn't seen again.
She walked thousands of kilometers until she finally settled at Ogbomoso, where she lived for six years before finally succumbing to an illness, which led to her demise.
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There are more cadavers, and each tells a different story for the other, but not all stories are told; some are forgotten. But as an anatomist, this isn't the end of the cadaver but the beginning. Who knows? Maybe there's more darkness that will be brought to the light, more stories to be told of the dead that once lived. But then, the dissection has begun, and I have to go watch. Maybe we might meet again, telling another story, but goodbye for now.
and then Add to home screen.