The sun dipped below the horizon, and Kamsi’s world slowly turned dark. Each breath became a battle. "Help me, sister. I don’t want to die," a sudden, excruciating pain gripped his chest. The glimmer of hope once present in his eyes vanished. A devoted husband and father of two lay helpless as the emergency line rang endlessly.

Panic set in, his pulse growing weaker with each passing moment. "I won’t let you die," his sister Ruth whispered under her breath as she typed frantically on her phone, asking random strangers on the streets of X for help.

Running against time, good old Sam drove as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on the road and the map, trying to find them. "Please stay with me, brother. We’re on our way to the hospital now." The road was a battlefield, congested and impassable, each pothole a reminder of systemic failures.

Kamsi’s breath grew shallower as they finally reached the hospital—a beacon of despair, overcrowded and understaffed. The whispers of a broken healthcare system echoed through the corridors.

Hours turned into eternity, his pulse faded away. "Kamsiyochukwu Nwam!" The room echoed with grief—a family broken by a system that failed them. Nigeria happened to Kamsi, another life stolen too soon.