Corps Members nearly lynched for giving an Hijab wearing student a CPR

A corps member by the name Deola Adereti, serving in the North took to her social media page to narrate how her and some other corps members nearly got lynched for giving an hijab wearing student a CPR, in an attempt to save her life.

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We were all gathered in the office given to us, Corps members, that afternoon, when a lady from J.S.S 3B was brought in by her friends. They said she's running temperature  and also complaining of headache and they had no idea what was wrong with her. 

They spoke in Hausa, but one of our colleagues from Jos who understood the language translated what they were saying to us in English. 

We looked into the lady's face, she looked like someone that was ready to explode. She was sweating all over her body to the extent that the sweat from her hair had formed traces on her hijab, making the hijab looked soaked. 

A male colleague who was closed to where they were standing quickly stood up, picked up a sachet of chilled "Pure Water" he was about to drink, took her outside the office, and asked her to open up her hijab so he could pour some water on her head. But the lady declined, protesting in Hausa. The guy was confused so he beckoned on the rest of us in the office to come outside, and asked the corper from Jos to asked the Hausa lady what the feux was all about.

The lady asked. It turned out the girl was not okay with the opening of the hijab, she said she couldn't open her hair in public. It violated her belief and all, and that the corps member should respect that. 

The guy felt defeated, perhaps even embarrassed,but he reclined.

I asked the lady's friends where the school First Aid administrator was. The students said they had been to her office before coming to ours; she'd gone out, and they had no idea when she would be back because mostly she usually only came to school to mark register and leave.

While we were listening to them, the sick lady slumped to the ground, and started breathing heavily.  Everyone became confused. I for one asked someone to go and call in the principal. Some female corps member rushed towards her and and started blowing her breeze with 
Higher Education book cover. 

The students I sent earlier to call in the principal came back with report that the principal was no where to be found. The sick lady was losing her breath rapidly, so we suggested we rush her to any nearby hospital. But just as we were about to carry her, we noticed she'd stop breathing. 

All her friends started crying. They were joined by other students who were busy shouting "Wayo!! Aisha, wayo!!" and all, and before we knew it, the place had already been filled with legs. 

Clement, the guy who offered to pour chilled water on the lady earlier on walked towards the lady and removed her hijab, despite clamorous outcry from students and the school teachers alike that he shouldn't remove it. He laid the lady flat appropriately and started offering her Cardiopulmonary resuscitation(CPR).

First, he began with chest compression and the male Hausa boys of the school who couldn't take it rushed down to fight the corps member but they were stopped by our other male corps member who were pleading with them to allow Clement do his best.

When the chest compression didn't work, Clement pinched the patient’s nostrils closed to assist with an airtight seal, and placed his mouth on her mouth to blow in air, after which he continued the chest compression. 

By this time, the Hausa boys had already started throwing in stones. Every corps member standing over the lady on that corridor, aside Clement who kept on with what he was doing with the lady, rushed into our office for protection, as it was becoming more violent.  By the time the angry male students would rush down to where Clement was, with intention to wound him with series of planks in their hands, the dying lady breathed out. 

It was like miracle. Some of her friends who were with her on the corridor started jubilating while the others rushed towards those angry boys to pacify them in Hausa.

All through this all, we were surprised to see some of the school teachers supporting the angry boys. They were saying something angrily in Hausa to the ladies who were begging the angry boys not to wound Clement. Something that suggested they wanted him punished.

Some were busy arguing with the ladies that came to Clement's rescue, repeating the phrase "Ya sunbache ta!" now and then. When we asked for the meaning of the phrase from the Jos lady, she said it meant "He kissed her!". She said they were saying Clement kissed the sick lady.

Kissed keh!! But we preferred to stay inside the office, and pray that Clement was not harmed or killed. 

When the girls pleaded for a while, pointing to the fact that whatever Clement had done should be forgiven considering he still saved Aisha's life, the angry boys withdrew and the sick lady was rushed to a nearby clinic by those ladies and Clement. 

God so good, she lived.

The following day, Clement, Kelechi, and I were leaving our lodge in Bayan Kara in preparation for school as usual, when we noticed some mob were rushing towards us from distance. An elderly man led the teaming crowd. He was holding a cutlass in his right hand and a plank on the left. When he saw us, he asked a guy from the crowd, called Musa who was also holding a cutlass, a question in Hausa, and the guy responded with "She nee", which I would later got to know meant "that's him".

Though they were rushing towards our hostel fiercely, it didn't occur to us they were coming for us. First, we had just stopped two bike men who were to take us to school, and our guess was that they were coming for them. 

Second, Musa was a friend to Clement. He came to our lodge and dined with us all the time.

Apart from this, he, Clement, and other boys in the lodge usually went to field together every evening to play ball. And they would come together after that to talk about life, football, and all at a man who sold tea and bread shop (popularly called "Mai shai").

If Musa could hold a cutlass alongside other boys in the crowd, then they were not coming for us. 

But we were wrong. They were actually coming for us. We only got to be alerted by one of those Okada riders who asked us to run for our dear lives. 

It became a deer game, everyone running with no idea where we were running to. The mob also rushed towards us with great efforts. I saw Clement panting for breath, he's asthmatic. The third guy  Kelechi asked us to split up when we got to a junction. We did. The narrow path I passed though was clayish.

I couldn't run that much again, so I fell to the ground. Two boys came over and one of them wanted to hit me with the plank he was carrying but the other said "Jale yariyan nen", which I would later understand to mean "Leave the girl!". I went blank after that and woke up...

amidst rancorous shouts of joy from some corps members. I was too week to lift my head around as much, but I knew I was the Z.I office. I saw him asking some of my mates to take me inside his office, and open up the windows there for me. I went blank again and woke up much later to see Halimat, the girl from Jos, and Sis Funmi watching over me. When they noticed I had woken up, they moved closer to me and assured me everything would be fine.

I asked them if they'd heard what became of Clement and Kelechi, and they started crying.

They said Clement was apprehended and beaten to stupor. He was only rescued only by the police the Zonal Inspector called in, he would have died. He's now been administered at FMC and we could only pray he would be okay. 

It was then Sis Funmi told me the man that led the assault was Aisha's father. That he claimed Clement defiled his daughter by removing her daughter's hijab and also kissing her. When I asked if he was arrested by the police, they said he wasn't.