The line had just been disconnected. Fèmi put down the phone and got up from the sofa. He turned off the TV and placed the remote control on the small table in front of him. His muscles were still aching. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then to his mother for some painkillers. He told her that he would receive a visit shortly, which surprised his mother a little. - Um, is it something special ? - No, Mummy, just a friend who's worried about me. I told her I'd be fine, but she insisted on coming round. - I think it'll relax you. You don't have to stay cooped up all the time. At the same time, the doorbell rang in the house, someone was outside. - I'll get the door. - No, leave it, I'll take care of it. You shouldn't move around too much. Madam Jasmine placed Vignilé, Fèmi's little sister, in her crib. She walked confidently to the entrance. She half-opened the door and inspected who was there. A young man

Shola was behind her computer screen in the office. She was entering new data into the file for the new contract they had won earlier. She'd had quite an eventful day and was feeling a slight headache. She got up and went to their infirmary to see Siloa. Siloa was her friend at work, and at the same time, she was assisting their company's chief medical officer. They didn't have too much reason to have a health office in their place of service, but their employers wanted employees to be able to work in excellent conditions so that nothing was overlooked ; not even a slight headache or slightly more complex health problems that could affect the quality of their work. Siloa stepped out of the curtain that hid part of the room. She held her hair back in a cap and wore gloves. She had put a stethoscope around her neck and was placing a thermometer on the table. She had big but lovely eyes, and a smile graced her face. She wasn't very tall, but had a body silhouette