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SOMEONE,
I would call Tony, once went to the National Hospital in Abuja, Nigeria, to see
a friend at the Accident and Emergency ward. As he walked towards a lady, wearing what was a
hospital coat, to make enquiry, he heard someone crying behind the flowers. On
a closer look he saw it was a woman clutching a baby, maybe 3 years old. The
baby too was crying apparently distressed by her mother's tears. As he looked
at the mother and child, imagining what could be the matter, the lady in robe
called his attention.