Kevin


Kevin drained his 5th or 6th glass of scotch, he couldn’t remember which as he poured himself a 6th or 7th glass. He rolled the .38 callibre around on the table in front of him. He felt nothing but grief, loss, pain and anguish. He looked around the bare room. Besides the chair and table he was using the only other piece of furniture was a mattress. There was a tiny bathroom behind the door in the corner but that was it. This was all he could afford. The walls were dark gray and peeling. He had taped some of his sketches to the wall but besides those it was bare. He had nothing left. He had lost everything. He lifted the gun with his right hand and held it’s mouth against his temple. He didn’t feel like living anymore.

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November 12, 2011

He sighed as he pulled into the driveway. He was finally home. He had started to hate working at the firm but with a mortgage and a family of three kids and a wife, he couldn’t exactly quit. Jobs didn’t come knocking at the door. He got out of his car and entered the house. He had barely shut the door behind him when Luke, his youngest son ran up to him and hugged him.

“Hey little man!” He said laughing as he steadied himself to prevent them both from falling.

“Welcome home Dad”

“What’s up champ?” He said as he playfully scuffled the 8yr old’s hair.

“I painted a picture of you at school today Dad. Ms. Walker said to paint a picture of our hero. Optimus Prime is harder to draw but you’re cooler. Come see. Mom pasted it on the fridge.” Luke said as he held his hand and led him to the kitchen. Kevin laughed as he followed Luke’s lead.

Grace was in the kitchen chopping carrots. She lifted her head when Kevin and Luke walked in. “Welcome honey!” She said.

“Thanks babe.” He said as he followed Luke to the fridge. “Wow!” He said when he looked at the painting. “Nice one buddy! It looks great. I’m glad you think I’m cooler than Optimus Prime.”

Luke laughed and asked if he could go watch tv. Both Kevin and Grace nodded and so he skipped out of the kitchen.

“Where are Josh and Amy?” Kevin asked Grace.

“Amy’s in her room studying for a test she has tomorrow and Josh is grounded. He and a couple of friends beat up some kid for no apparent reason or at least none that he’s telling me. He has been suspended for a week. The principal told me that if Josh gets into any more trouble, he’ll be asked to withdraw.”

Kevin sighed. “Ok, I’ll go talk to him.”

He made his way upstairs but headed to Amy’s room first. Her door was slightly opened. He let himself in but she didn’t notice. She had earphones in her ears and was poring over a number of books. This was the family genius. She never got into trouble. He let himself out and shut the door. He didn’t want to break her concentration. He’d talk to her when she came down for dinner.

He headed to Josh’s room, stopped for a few seconds at the door and let himself in. Josh was lying on the bed with earphones in his ears but he took them out and sat up when he noticed Kevin walk in.

“Hey Dad”. He murmured avoiding Kevin’s eyes.

“Josh. So you beat up some kid today. Wanna tell me why?” Kevin asked with a straight face.

“I didn’t beat him up.”

“So how come you’re suspended from school. Is the principal lying?”

“I didn’t beat the kid up.”

“So who did? A ghost? Your ghost?” Kevin asked with sarcasm.

“Gavin and Tyson. I was only there when they were beating him up. I didn’t touch him.”

“So you just stood there and did nothing. You cudda walked away Josh. Now you’re an accessory to assault. You’re lucky no charges have been filed because you’d be just as guilty as Gavin and Tyson.”

“This isn’t a court Dad. I’m not one of your clients.”

“No you’re not. You’re my eldest son and you’re falling short. Amy never gets into any trouble and you live in the same house. Can’t you learn anything from her? Luke looks up to you. Don’t mess it up for him. You’re gonna go over to that kid’s house tomorrow to apologize and I don’t want you ever speaking to Gavin or Tyson again.”

Josh stared at the floor and didn’t say anything. Kevin sighed and left. He went to the bedroom he shared with his wife, changed his clothes and made his way to the kitchen to join Grace.

“I’ve spoken to him.” He said as he walked into the kitchen. She was stirring something in a pot on the cooker.

“Thanks. He worries me.” She said with a frown.

“He’s 17. He’ll be okay.”

“Kev, that man called again.” Grace said with fear in her eyes.

He knew who she was talking about. He knew the man. Kellan Smith. The man he had defended 3yrs ago for the murder of his wife and 4yr old daughter. Kellan had insisted that he didn’t do it. Kevin hadn’t believed him. He had been arrested in a bloody shirt that had his wife’s and daughter’s blood on it and his prints were found all over the murder weapon, a hammer. The crime scene pictures were gory and there was evidence that Kellan’s wife had been planning to run off with their daughter. There was also evidence that he had been treated for psychotic episodes in the past. It was an open and shut case but he tried his best to help Kellan but he was sentenced to life and Kevin had declined to represent him in an appeal. The calls had started two months ago and were getting frequent. There were emails too but he couldn’t tell Grace.

“He’s in prison G. He can’t do any of the the things he says.”

Her eyes were moist. “He asked if Luke was eating his vegetables and that if he wasn’t, he could make him.”

“Look G, forget about it. He’s locked up for life.”

“Can’t we report to the police?”

“I have. Countless times. They don’t consider it a real threat. He hasn’t done anything.”

“Yet. He hasn’t done anything yet. This is all your fault Kev.”

“What?”

“I told you not to represent him. I told you it wasn’t gonna be worth it. Now each time the phone rings, I’m half wondering if it’s him. What if any of the kids pick up?”

“You’re blaming me?! I was doing my job. The case got assigned to me! Would I have us go through this intentionally?”

They argued and argued. Grace was scared and Kevin was upset. Kellan Smith was becoming a problem but there was nothing he could do. She blamed him for the phone calls and then for their move to Chicago. She hated it and wished they had stayed in Texas. He blamed her for not getting a job to support him when they were in Texas as if she did, they wouldn’t have had to move. They stopped arguing when Luke walked in.

Kevin stormed out of the kitchen and took his keys from the key rack. He was going for a drive. He needed to cool off. He drove around for 30 minutes, blaming himself for everything Grace blamed him for and hating himself for letting their argument escalate to the level it did. He knew she was worried and scared and that she didn’t mean any of the things she said. He also didn’t like the fact that Luke had walked in on them. He didn’t want to set a bad example. He drove back to the house deciding to apologize to Grace for everything and to have a sit down with Luke to apologize for losing his cool and yelling at his Mom.

Fear clutched his heart as he turned into their street and saw the police car, fire truck and ambulance parked in front of their house. It was on fire! Grace, Luke, Amy and Josh! He rushed out of the car and tried to make his way to the house but the firemen stopped him. Their neighbour, Mrs Carson was trying to talk to him but he couldn’t hear a word. Apparently, it was she who had dialled 911. It took 40 minutes for the firemen to put the fire out. Their house looked like a shadow of itself. Grace, Amy and Josh had died in it. Their bodies were badly burnt. Luke died as he was being carried out of the house. All attempts at resuscitation failed. Kevin was numb. The entire thing played out like a movie. He didn’t get a chance to say a word to Amy and he didn’t like his last words to Josh or Grace. The way Luke looked at him before he had stormed out of the kitchen…his knees felt wobbly. A police officer was asking him some questions but he couldn’t hear a word. Then he couldn’t breathe.

He woke up a day later in a hospital and as he remembered the events of the night before, he curled himself up into a ball and wept like a baby. He wept for Grace, the love of his life; for Josh, his stubborn son who was every bit like he was at that age; for Amy, his genius, the star of the family and for Luke, his bubbly, adorable son who could do no wrong. He wept until he fell asleep and he woke up and wept again.

The report of the fire came back a week later. The fire had started from the fuse box. The fuse box he had insisted on fixing when Grace had insisted that he should call Carl, their electrician. He had joked about being good with his hands and said a fuse box was a piece of cake. She had laughed but told him to still call Carl. He ignored her and did it anyway. He had also forgotten to do anything about the smoke alarms. Grace had noticed that they didn’t go off when she had an episode of smoke during one of her culinary experiments the week before. He had caused the fire and robbing his family of a chance to quickly detect that something was wrong so they could evacuate the house. He felt like someone had twisted a knife in his heart. He had practically set his family up for death and left them to die.

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He wished he hadn’t survived. He wished he had died with them. It had been six months to this day that he had lost his family in the fire. Six months to this day that everything that mattered to him died for his mistakes and negligence. It was only right that he joined them.

He shut his eyes and squeezed the trigger as he held his breath. The gun clicked. He opened his eyes. He was still alive.

With 1 bullet, he had at most 5 more tries before he died and 5 more reasons to wish he was dead.

One Way Street


She held his hands as he was wheeled away into the theatre. Tears flowed down her eyes as the man whom she loved more than anything else in the world had his life in the hands of another man who was about to perform a Transoral Incisionless Fundoplication. She was advised to go home as it was going to be a long surgery due to his age and other medical complications. “I’ll  rather wait”, she insisted as she proceeded to the waiting area.
They had met 39yrs ago while they were in the university and she fell head over heels in love with him. He was quiet, calm, easygoing and humble. Nothing like the other guys she knew. When he asked her to be his, she kept him waiting for some weeks just to tease him and then she finally gave in.

In less than 18 months they were married and had a roller coaster of a honeymoon. They were an inseparable pair and due to the fact that he was a young and budding business tycoon, they were always in the spotlight but this did not affect their relationships. They weren’t just husband and wife as they treated each other like best friends, brother and sister, father and daughter, mother and son and most importantly, lovers. Many said that their kind of love didn’t happen to everyone. They were so close, it was almost annoying.

Ten years passed and though she was yet to conceive, he remained sweet and loving and he never complained. Even when his family started putting pressure on him over their childlessness, he still remained kind and loving. He never treated her with anger or disgust nor did he stand for such by his relatives towards her. Many nights she had gone to bed crying not because of their childless state but because she was overwhelmed at how unreal his loving attitude was to her in the face of their unfortunate situation. She knew he deeply wanted a child, as there was an obvious void in his heart that only a child of his own could fill. They went to all the best doctors they could find and all the tests results came back the same. “You’re both fine. Keep trying.”

And try they did.

Ten more years passed and nothing changed. She was not pregnant and he was not less loving and supportive. She brought up the idea of adopting kids one night but he didn’t want to hear of it. “If they’re not from you then they’re not meant for me” he had said.
Since they were no kids to look after, they had thrown themselves into work. He was the CEO of a group of companies and so had to attend endless board meetings which caused him to work till very late at night. He never let her work so one boring afternoon she had discovered her love for designing & sewing clothes and started a fashion house. Although she mostly worked from home, it was demanding which was why he agreed to let her do it as it would take her mind off their lack of kids.

One night at about 2.00a.m, she was up looking through sketches that some interns had submitted for the upcoming collection and suddenly her phone rang. She remembered looking at the screen with annoyance. She had employed way too many people to handle calls for the fashion house for it to be a dissatisfied customer.

“Can I please speak to Agatha Ohalete” the voice on the other end asked.

“Yes this is she.”

“We need you to please come to St Luke Hospital, urgently.”

“Who is on the line please?” she asked slightly alarmed.

“I’m Nurse Efe. Mr. Ohalete collapsed at his office and was rushed in. As soon as he was conscious, he asked us to call you.”

She immediately jumped up, knocking over the glass of wine she had been sipping from, causing its contents to spill over the papers she had been looking at. Without thinking, she ran out of the house, into her car and sped off to the hospital.

On getting to the hospital, she asked the nurse about her husband, Mr. Ohalete. She was asked to wait while she got a doctor. She was pensive. After what must have been about 15mins, Dr. Smith came and took her to private room 107, asked her to sit down and offered her a glass of water. “Doctor, can you just tell me what exactly is wrong with Nnamdi?” She asked anxiously, almost ignoring the drink  offered her.

“He came in two weeks ago, complaining of chest pains, heartburns, nausea and trouble swallowing. I prescribed some drugs for him and told him to let me know how he felt in a couple of days. He came back complaining that the pains had gotten worse and the drugs had done nothing. To get a proper idea of what might be wrong, we took X-rays of his chest and throat and upon our findings we performed an Endoscopy and discovered that your husband is suffering from Gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD). It normally shouldn’t be serious but he has a few complications and underlying conditions that we are currently  looking into to ascertain what we are dealing with.”

She almost fainted. Nnamdi had never mentioned that he was in any sort of pain. She had noticed that he had stopped eating as much and as often as he used to and that a few times he would clutch his chest but whenever she asked, he would smile and say that he was giving old age a run for her money.

As soon as the disease was confirmed, he was started on Pantoprazole and Gaviscon. Thankfully he was discharged the day after and told to come again after ten days. She put the drama of the fashion house aside and became his nurse. On the ninth day, he was taking a nap and he suddenly woke up moving wildly, clutching his chest with his mouth wide open like he was struggling to breathe. She rushed him back to the hospital.

After attending to him, the doctor asked her to come with him to a private room and the look on his face told her that it wasn’t going to be pretty. “He is asthmatic. It has stayed hidden all along and has only come about by the weakening of his respiratory tracts. We will have to perform a Nissen Fundoplication as soon as possible because medication would not be sufficient. We need your approval for this.”

Without thinking, she signed the papers and gave them the go ahead. A few more days of tests and he was wheeled in for surgery. A few more trips like this to the operating room came over the years. Rehabilitations in India every few months and a lot of expensive drugs also followed. They were spending more money than both his companies and her fashion house were making and she had to apply for loans.

As all this went on, his health continued to deteriorate and the intensity of the pains he complained of increased. Nothing they did seemed worth it. His relatives had deserted them. She vividly remembered one of them referring to him as a lost cause but no, he was her Nnamdi. She couldn’t stop trying, believing and hoping that he would be better. She loved him too much.
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“Ma’am…..Ma’am…..he is out of surgery and is presently in recovery.”

His Transoral Incisionless Fundoplication was done. This was a more technical surgery and it was usually done for a minor number of cases of GERD but Nnamdi had asked the doctor to do it after his  Nissen Fundoplication had been unsuccessful. The doctor agreed at his insistence.

“Madam, I am afraid this is going to be the last procedure we can do for him. After this he will have to be on medications alone and just go home and take it easy. I suggest you see another doctor for a second opinion if you feel I am not giving you the best but I can assure you that they will say the same thing. It is the last resort”  Dr Smith said.

This lowered her expectations and after a gruelling 10hrs, Nnamdi awoke and asked for water. He was tired, heck, he looked tired. That was what 5 years of hopelessness and countless procedures could do to you. As soon as he was discharged, they went back home and she continued to nurse him. Her entire life revolved around him. They spent as much time as they could together whenever he felt up for it. He was still in a lot of pain but the meds helped keep it under control.

One morning he started to complain about pain again in his teeth and chest but this time he said it was worse than it normally was. She had him lie down and proceeded to contact the doctor. “You can give him a double dosage of Ibuprofen and we’ll send someone to see him as soon as possible.”

She did as she was instructed but the pain did not stop. A doctor came over and gave him more pain killers but to no avail. He cried until he fell asleep. She cried too, her heart was in pain for him.

The doctor had given him 3months to live after it had been found that he had a stricture that had narrowed his oesophagus and his breathing was declining by the day. There was no medical help for this and he just had to wait till he breathed his last.

This was when he called her and told her what he had in mind to do. She immediately got upset and asked him to never speak of such again. He begged her for days and tried to make her understand. “Agatha, please. It hurts so much. Many nights, the pain makes it impossible for me to sleep. I look at you and it breaks my heart to see that all you do is nurse me. All my teeth feel like they’re not mine. My chest hurts so bad, it feels like I might drop dead the next second. My heart feels…it’s really difficult to breathe. I can’t eat because swallowing hurts and so all I do is regurgitate. Sometimes I’m so nauseous, I feel like I’ve already fainted. I feel like my body is being punished for a heinous crime and my mind is trapped to suffer. Please…” he coughed with pain in his eyes and whispered with the little strength he could muster, “…Please.”

She went to church and prayed, weeping profusely. Life had been very unfair to both of them. They didn’t deserve any of the things that they had gone through. Nnamdi was too kind-hearted for this misfortune. She prayed and prayed until she was spent and then she left and went back home to meet him.

The next morning, she went out to get everything they needed and rushed back home. Nnamdi was still asleep and then she woke him up ever so gently. He weakly smiled at her as he woke up and hugged her. He asked for his Whisky which she had duly brought for him. He opened the bottle, put it to his lips and took three gulps.

He then handed her the bottle and noticed that she was shaking.

“Dont be afraid. You’ll be fine.” he said with a smile.

“I need you to do this. You know that right?” She nodded slowly.

Then he closed his eyes, smiled and whispered “I love you.”

She took his wrist, injected him with a syringe labelled “Sodium Thiopental” and watched him drift into unconsciousness as she whispered “I love you too.”

Tears drifted down her cheeks but she was comforted by the fact that he looked happy.

Three minutes later, she drew a deep breath and then pumped him with Pancuronium Bromide which she was told will cause muscle paralysis and respiratory arrest. His body jerked a little and then he lay still.

Watching that felt like someone had twisted a knife in her heart.

She lifted his body up to her and hugged him ever so closely feeling the heavy, slow beats of his heart. She whimpered as tears ran down her face.

She laid him back down and finally sent Potassium Chloride coursing through his veins to stop his heart.

She had granted his wish.
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Have you ever had a friend or family member in so much pain that you just wished you’ll wake up one day and they’ll have gone away to rest?

Sadly it is a crime to perform euthanasia on anyone in Nigeria but at times it might just be the only way out.

Do share a comment with us both on the story written or any personal similar experiences using the comment box.

Cheers.

This story was written as usual by @Ms_BeeA and @bule_jr.

 

Torn


He missed his family. His wife, his two sons and his baby girl. Not being able to see them in the last five years had felt like hell. It still felt like hell. He missed his wife so much. Marrying her was the best decision of his life. She was everything he needed her to be. Everything he needed and then some. He missed her cooking. Damn, she could cook. If the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach then his heart was in Grace’s right hand.

He missed his sons, David and Daniel. The last time he saw them, David was 11 and Daniel was 9. Now they were almost men. He missed his baby girl, Rachael. The last time he saw her she was 7 months old. Now she would be walking and talking. He had missed so much of her life. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he clutched the picture from five years ago when Rachael was born.

His only mistake, was being a good Samaritan in the wrong place and at the wrong time. He still remembered her face. How could he forget. He dreamt about her every other night. He had tried to save her life. That was his mistake.
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The gate of his cell opened. It was time. Two guards came for him. One of them cuffed him and they led him down the hall. The other inmates yelled. Hurling insults at the guards and cheering him on. He smiled sadly. As sickening as it was, he was going to miss this place. He had made friends and it had even broken his heart when his cellmate died.

This felt like the longest walk of his life.

They finally got to a room. As he entered he saw some familiar faces. The Director of Public Prosecutions, the man that had put him there; The Public Defender, the man that had done a shabby job at defending him. He couldn’t blame him. His salary didn’t require more than a shabby job. Thinking about it, it required less; The Sergeant who had testified against him; the Prison Warden and a Priest. How awesome. He was surrounded by his “loved ones”. The Priest asked him to close his eyes for the last prayer.

He closed his eyes as the memory of that night played itself again:

His car had refused to start that morning. He was already running late. Grace had to use her’s to drop the boys off at school. He opted to take a bus. He hurriedly kissed everyone goodbye and dashed out of the house. He made it to work in time and had a pretty long day. Work closed far later than usual.

He went to the staff car park thinking he had parked his car there in the morning. He remembered he hadn’t. He had to take a bus back but the thing was getting a bus to work from home was easier than getting one back. He had to walk.

It was dark. Sometime around 11pm. He knew some shortcuts and decided to take them. As he turned into a small street, he saw a man walk hurriedly in the opposite direction. He saw his face. He could see the fat scar across his right cheek as the dim street light shone on his face. His eyes were ice cold. On any other day, the look the man gave him would have scared him but it didn’t, he just wanted to get home. As he walked on, he saw something covered on the ground.

It looked like a person.

It was breathing. They were slow, ragged breaths but it was breathing. He moved closer. He removed the covering. It was a girl. She had been stabbed all over and badly beaten. There was blood everywhere. It crossed his mind to walk away, very fast. Then he thought, this was a human being. What if it was Grace that was lying on the ground and a stranger decided to walk away instead of helping her? He had to help her. He couldn’t just walk away. He lightly tapped her shoulder but she didn’t move. He put his fingers on the side of her neck to feel her pulse. It had stopped. He could’ve sworn that she was breathing seconds ago.

He had to do something.

He placed his left palm on her chest and place his right palm over it and counted to three then he pressed hard. He repeated this three times and gave her CPR but nothing happened. He tried three more times and gave her CPR again and then felt her pulse. It was beating again but it was slow. He heaved a sigh of relief. She was alive. He remembered that there was a hospital three streets away. The least he could do was drop her off there. He wanted to call Grace to let her know what was going on & where he was so that she wouldn’t be worried. His hands were covered in blood so he reached for his handkerchief in his pocket and used it to remove his phone from his bag.

Just as he was about dialing her number lights shone on his face and someone yelled “Hey!” He squinted as the light affected his vision but he made out two figures, most likely men.

Good evening.” He said. “This girl needs help. We need to get her to a hospital.”

They were two men holding torch lights. The directed the lights the floor where he was kneeling and saw the girl.

“Drop the phone!” The first man yelled.

“Wetin be dis?”

“Aaah!” The second man yelled. “O ti payan!”

Jonathan was ibo but he understood a little yoruba and he could understand what the second man had just said. “No! I didn’t kill anybody. She’s not even dead. She needs help. We need to get her to the hospital on Banijo Crescent now!”

“Gbe nu e soun!” The first man retorted.

“You think say we no sabi see! See as blood full your hand and your body, you come dey talk hospital.”

Jonathan was stunned. This couldn’t be happening. If this continued, this girl would die. “Look, she needs help! We have to get her to a hospital!”

Something caught the second man’s eye. He shone his torch on the ground beside where Jonathan was kneeling. It was a knife. There was blood on it. “Aha! Afeez see wetin him use!” He said, drawing the other man’s attention to the knife.

“Aaaah!” Afeez yelled. “Wo Mr man, you are finished today.” He turned to his friend, “Sule call Rafiu and Yusuf make them dey come now now.” Sule brought out his phone and did as he was instructed.

Jonathan was shocked. “Who the hell are you people? Who are Rafiu and Yusuf? There’s a girl here who’s life is hanging in the balance and you’re calling your friends?! Does this look like a show?”

“Shut up your mouth!” Afeez said. “Na who talk say you fit talk? Na we be the vigilante for this area. We dey patrol for here every night. E don tey wey we catch person. Your own don baje today.”

Jonathan couldn’t believe his ears. In minutes he had been pinned to the ground by Afeez and Sule. Rafiu and Yusuf arrived in a pick-up truck. When they came out, he noticed a scar on Yusuf’s face. He remembered the face of the man that had passed by him when he had turned into this street. It was Yusuf! He struggled to free himself for Afeez and Sule but he couldn’t. They dragged him up and he watched Rafiu wrap the girl’s body in a cloth. He then carried her and dropped her at the back of the truck. Then Yusuf walked up to him and all he could remember was his fist meeting his head before everything went black.

Things happened so fast. The vigilantes handed him over to the police the next day. He was tortured and interrogated. He was told that the girl had died and all evidence pointed to him. He denied ever knowing the girl or stabbing her and insisted that all he did was find a badly injured girl on the road and try to help her. The officers who interrogated him refused to accept this. In months, his trial began and he was charged with the murder of Bisola Abdul.

He found out her name on the day of his trial.

All this time, Grace had been coming to see him during his detention as he was denied bail. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was running out of excuses to give to the boys when they asked why Daddy wasn’t home yet. Rachael couldn’t speak as she was only a baby but she could tell that she missed her father. Grace was confused and heart-broken. Her visits were usually cut short by the prison wardens but he could tell that a part of her was angry with him for stopping to help that girl. She might not say it but he knew. If only he had walked past the body he wouldn’t be were he was today. He was angry at himself. It all turned out to be worthless as the girl had eventually died. He was here and Yusuf was out there enjoying his life. He didn’t deserve this.
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His trial was horrible. Grace had stopped coming to see him. She said she couldn’t do it to herself and to their family. He couldn’t appoint a lawyer because he couldn’t reach Grace and there was no one he could call. He had been completely cut off by everybody when the news came out that he had been arrested in connection to a murder. He wasn’t surprised as he usually kept to himself. Besides his family, the only friend he had was his elder brother but he had died a year ago having lost a long battle with lung cancer.

He was given a public defender who did wonderfully well at doing a horrible job. The man all but properly defended him. During the trial he was told that the girl had been pregnant at the time of her death. Then the prosecution fabricated their story. Five witnesses he had never seen in his life, testified to the existence of an affair between him and the deceased. The story was therefore that he had killed her on finding out that she was pregnant as she had threatened to go to his wife. Everything played out like a movie to him. He couldn’t believe it. It happpened so fast. Before he knew it, he was sentenced to death by hanging.

Grace had sent him the picture with a letter. She said she told the boys that he had died. She couldn’t have them know about what was happening. She told him that she had read about the affair and pregnancy in the papers that witnesses had testified to. She didn’t know what to believe but she didn’t have the emotional resolve to continue with the drama.

She was done.

She told him that she loved him and she would keep praying for him. The boys were dealing with the loss of their father but she told him that they loved him dearly. That letter broke his heart. That’s when he decided not to appeal. He was done. The last five years of his life had been horrible. Being on death row had been sickening but it was all coming to an end today.

He heard the Priest bring the prayer to a close as he came back to reality, “…in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.” He was led to the top of the table and he climbed it. Then the rope hanging from the ceiling was put around his neck. He thought of Grace and his kids. He thought about the night before that fateful day. He had offered to bathe Rachael. He remembered her toothless smile and meaningless babble. He didn’t know what she was saying but she just went on and on and it sounded like music in his ears. He dressed her and she quickly fell asleep.

He then settled a quarrel between David and Daniel. Someone had hit the other and it was over the remote. He spoke to them about love and being brothers and how fights never solved anything then he made them apologize to each other and sent them to bed. He felt them slowly drag the table from underneath his feet. Then he thought of Grace. Her eyes, her face and their wedding night. He felt her lips touch his as he started to choke and then……

It all went black.

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Blitz 2


Hi, @Ms_BeeA here.
Today I bring you the conclusion to the ‘blitz’ story. Read the first installment here Blitz 1
I hope you like it. Enjoy.
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Her alarm went off. It was 6:00am. She opened her eyes and yawned, reached for the alarm and turned it off. She really didn’t feel like getting out of bed. It felt a bit too early then she remembered and smiled. She was going to see Rotimi again. She couldn’t tell where the energy came from but she was up and about in seconds. She quickly had her bath & brushed her teeth. Besides being excited about him she really didn’t want to be late to work. Nurse Nene was never really a fan of hers and she knew that it had to do with her friendship with Dr Chuks but this recurrent lateness also wasn’t helping the situation.

As she dressed up, she remembered Tari. The rat would have been up early just to gist with her as she got ready for work. She was mostly an early-riser even if she was out partying the night before. It was only when she had been busy with “hosting duties” the night before that she would wake up late. She kinda missed her and the house felt oddly quiet. No Tari gisting her about rude designers and their ugly clothes or snobbish, ostrich-looking models as they both decided on what she would wear. Tari would argue about how a t-shirt and a pair of jeans were too casual and laid-back and she would insist that it didn’t matter because she was still going to change into scrubs anyway. Then Tari would yawn and tell her that her life was boring.

She sat at her dressing table to apply her make-up. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eye caught the red blinking led light of her blackberry on her bed. She got up and went to get it. She had put her phone on silent just before she went to bed because she was a very light-sleeper and hated waking up only to see a facebook notification of a friend request. She typed in the lock code and saw amongst other notification’s that she had four missed calls from an unfamiliar number. For one number to have called four times, it must be serious. She thought for a few seconds then pressed the green button and called the number back.

It was the Smith Green Emergency Center. Tari had been involved in an accident.

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In room 112C…

All Rotimi could think about right from when he woke up was her. It felt like a bit more than a crush. They had talked for a really long time yesterday and he enjoyed every bit of it. He loved the fact that every minute she was with him, the voices left. It just became quiet in his head and all he heard was her voice. Her smooth, lovely voice. He wouldn’t mind if he heard her talk for hours. She was pretty too. Maybe not the kind of pretty that could make a guy go “weak in his knees” or whistle in awe but it was the kind of pretty that felt different and refreshing and he just loved to look at her. She was sexy too, effortlessly sexy. He could tell that she wasn’t trying or paying attention to herself but in his opinion, scrubs had never looked so hot. “Sarah” he said out loud. He liked the way it sounded. He couldn’t wait to see her today. The way she laughed…

A scream jolted him back to reality. Then seconds later it was followed by a long laugh more like a hoarse cackle and then he remembered where he was. He honestly didn’t deserve to be here. A mental hospital was an exaggeration of his problem not a solution. As if feeling offended, the voices rudely returned. This time, he felt like he was at a concert.

“I can see the light, oh I can see the light, I’m gonna be a star, oh baby I’m gonna be a star.” He sang. Then he stopped. A nurse entered his room holding a file.

“Good morning.” The nurse said as she frowned. “I’m Nurse Nene.”

He looked at her from head to toe. Then he turned his head and continued singing. “When I become famous you’re gonna be lonely, I’ll make millions and you’ll be sitting here…”

“Mr Adedayo.” She said calmly but sternly enough to draw his attention.

He stopped singing and looked at her.

“As I said, my name is Nurse Nene and I’ll be checking your vital signs today.” She said.

“No.” He replied. He closed his eyes, “No, No, No.”

She sighed. “Is there a problem?”

He opened his eyes. “Yes. We don’t like you.” He answered.

She rolled her eyes. “And by “we” I’m guessing you mean you and your imaginary friends.”

“I don’t have imaginary friends. Leave me alone.”

“Look, Mr Adedayo I need to do my job. So please, just let me do it.” She sternly said. She reached for his wrist to check his pulse rate but he moved his hand.

“I said NO!” He yelled.

She got angry. “Look, crazy ass, I’ve been up all night and I’m having a shitty morning. I should’ve been off this shift an hour ago probably taking a cold shower or eating a delicious breakfast but the princessy nurse that was supposed to take over from me called in and gave a flimsy excuse and now the only other available nurse is going to take an hour to get here. I still have another floor of ward rounds with cranky and crazy people so suck it up and let me get on with my day!”

He looked at her then he turned his head and sang “I promise I’ll never leave you…I’ll never let you go, oh my baby…”

She put her palm on her forehead. “Mr Adedayo, I honestly have neither the time nor patience for this.”

He ignored her and continued singing, “You are my sunshine, the one that I adore..oh oh oh…”

“Mr Adedayo!” She yelled.

He stopped singing and laughed. “She’s getting mad yo!” He said as if he was talking to someone else in the room. Then he looked at her. “We want Sarah. I want Sarah. It’s Sarah or nothing.”

“She’s unavailable. If she was available, I most certainly won’t be here.” Nurse Nene replied.

“Get her for me or leave my room. We don’t want you here. I don’t want you here. I want Sarah.” He said.

“I just said that she’s unavailable. She didn’t come to the hospital this morning and I doubt that she’ll even show up at all today. She cares about nobody but herself.” She retorted with irritation.

He whispered to himself. “She broke her promise. She broke it.”

“What promise?” Nurse Nene asked. “You know what? I don’t care. I have a job to do and other patients to attend to. If you don’t want me to do this the easy way, I’ll go and get a dose of Propofol and stab you with it. The bottom line is getting your pulse rate and I can do that even if you’re unconscious.”

His eyes were moist and he continued whispering to himself. “She broke her promise.”

“Fine. Propofol it is. I’ll be back.” She stormed out of his room.

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Sitting in the waiting room was excruciating. She had been there for almost four hours. Nobody would tell her anything. All they said was Tari had whispered “Call Sarah” as they wheeled her in before she slippped into unconsciousness.

Being a nurse herself, Sarah knew that when nobody said anything, it was bad. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her throat was parched and her back hurt. She had watched other people receive the news of the deaths of their loved ones.
A really cute young lady had screamed when she was told that her fiancé didn’t make it. “We did all we could” the doctor solemnly said. The poor girl was wearing a gorgeous engagement ring. She remembered that she had unconsciously admired it as she got into the waiting room. Now, the ring didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a wedding.

Sarah swallowed as she remembered Tari. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Tari was only twenty-three. She was too young to die. She loved her so much. She wasn’t just her roommate, she was her best friend. She couldn’t call any other person. Tari was an only child and she never knew her mom. She said she was told that her mother had died when she was just a baby. The day her father had grabbed her from behind when she was in the kitchen, she hit him with the turning stick in her hand and ran to her maternal grandma’s house. She was sixteen at the time and she has never seen him since. Her grandma took care of her but she died a year ago. She wasn’t in a serious relationship so all Tari had left was Sarah and her friendship. Sarah broke into a sob. Why did this have to be happening to Tari? She didn’t even know what exactly had happened. All they said was that the taxi she was in had collided with a truck and that the driver had died instantly. “She’s lucky” a nurse had said. “Oh God. Please save her.” Sarah whispered.

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Sarah decided to go to work the next day. She would go to the Emergency Center after her shift. Tari’s issue was a personal emergency and she was expected to attend to it as quickly as possible. Dr Chuks was really nice and she didn’t want to take advantage of that. She also hated inconveniencing the other nurses. She would call from time to time to check on Tari. She had survived the emergency surgery and she had been transferred to the ICU. She had been wrapped up in bandages and she was still in a coma. The doctors said the next few days were critical but they were positive. Things were looking good so there was hope. She had to go back to work. She kinda missed it and she wanted to see Rotimi too. She didn’t know why but she wanted to hug him and cry on his shoulder. The last time they spoke, their connection was surreal and she felt like she was hanging with an old best friend. Talking to him about herself had been so easy and fun, she knew he would say something to make her feel better.

Sarah got to the hospital and quickly made her way to the counter and said “goodmorning” to all the nurses. She apologised for skipping her shift the day before and gave them a short but concise version of what was responsible.

The barely heartfelt “oohs” and “awws” rolled in and her eyes moistened as she remembered how Tari had looked in the bandages. She forced a smile and collected an outstretched file from an already impatient nurse and hurried to do her ward rounds.

She got to the door of room 112C first. She wanted to check on Rotimi before she saw any other patient. She opened the door but there was no one there. This surprised her. Where could he have gone to?

She dashed back to the counter and waited for the nurse there to get off the phone. “Nurse Tinu, where’s the patient that’s supposed to be in 112C?” She asked with a worried look on her face.

The nurse thought for a few seconds. “The schizophrenic?”

“Yes, Rotimi. He’s schizophrenic.” Sarah replied.

“Oh. He got transferred.” Nurse Tinu said casually.

“What?!” Sarah exclaimed. “What do you mean he got transferred?!”

Nurse Tinu hissed. “Abeg, the guy was a nuisance jare. Nurse Nene had to take over your shift for a while yesterday because you didn’t show up and he refused to let her attend to him. He just kept asking for you. She wanted to inject him with Propofol but he wrestled her and took the injection from her and stabbed her with it and she became unconscious. Then he started yelling and throwing things all over his room. He kept screaming “She broke her promise! She broke it!” like the deranged lunatic that he is. He broke a window and threatened to jump down. It took two male nurses and Dr Chuks to pin him to the ground and sedate him. It was very serious.”

Sarah’s mouth was wide open. “Where did they transfer him to?”

“Oluwaloni Adigun Memorial Hospital” Nurse Timu answered.

“What the hell?! That filthy, poorly-managed place! I heard that they flog their patients and they sell the ones who have no families to ritualists!”

“So?” Nurse Tinu replied. “You have done your work as a nurse and we’ve collectively done ours as a hospital. He became alarmingly wild.”

“He has no family! They could do something terrible to him! They won’t take proper care of him!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Look, Nurse Sarah, you have other patients. The schizo is gone. He’s no longer our problem. Go and finish your ward rounds and come and sort out your paper work.” Nurse Tinu said.

Sarah nodded and sadly went back to room 112C. She saw the taped, broken window and saw the empty bed. She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt heartbroken and so alone.

First, Tari had almost died and was still in a critical condition. Now, Rotimi was gone, he probably hated her for breaking her promise and he had been moved to a place where no one would care about him enough to know that he wasn’t the average “deranged lunatic” but a good man with a good heart that needed to be treated with patience and understanding.
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Hello there. I’m @Ms_BeeA and I will be writing here with Femi in his words, “as often as I find the muse”. This is my first post here and I hope you like it.

Enjoy!
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She was running late again for her shift at the clinic. If she didn’t get out of the apartment now, she’ll definitely be late but she couldn’t find her lip gloss. She barely wore make-up to work but at least her lips didn’t have to be dry. She checked her make-up purse but she didn’t find the light pink lip gloss that would have been appropriate for work. Then she remembered that Tari came to borrow some make-up from her last night. Remembering this she angrily stomped to Tari’s room and flung open the door.

“Ta…” she stopped.

Tari was still asleep in bed and she had a guest. A mighty fine one. The duvet they had tried to use to cover themselves up wasn’t exactly serving its purpose. She smiled and allowed her mind wonder. Then she remembered she was running late and she tore her eyes from them and looked around for Tari’s bag. She found it and found her lip gloss in it and then she dashed out of their apartment and headed for the bus stop. On the bus ride she couldn’t help feeling jealous of Tari. She was so lucky. Being a model, she had never had to work for more than two days in a week except when she was booked for a fashion show and even that wasn’t very often. As a result she had lots of free time and it made meeting, hooking up or dating guys really easy.
As for her, that was far from the case. Being a nurse is very demanding and they were short-staffed at the clinic so her shifts were long and hectic and she used her little free time to run personal errands and rest. Her last relationship had ended more than two years ago and since then every guy that had shown interest in her had darted on finding out she was a nurse at a mental hospital. She was lonely and it sucked not just emotionally but on so many other levels. Remembering the sight in Tari’s room, she bit her lower lip.

She got to the hospital twenty minutes later than when her shift was to start then she quickly changed into scrubs and ran to the counter to meet the already grumpy-looking nurse she was supposed to take over from. She made the most apologetic face she could.

Nurse Nene, I’m so sorry. My room-mate was having cramps this morning and I couldn’t just leave her.”

Whatever. You’re late. Again. We can’t keep having this Nurse Sarah.”

“I know and I’m really, really sorry.”

“Fine. Two patients were brought in last night. One of them has a severe case of PTSD and the other is Schizophrenic. Dr Salis and I ran evaluation tests on them and we’ve come to those conclusions. We had to sedate the one with PTSD because he got into a fitful rage and we put the other one on Benzodiazepines to help him sleep. When you go on your ward rounds, start with them. They’re in rooms 105B and 112C.”

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

Nurse Nene handed her the patients’ files and left. She took the files and headed to room 112C. People with PTSD came to the clinic all the time but it had been so long since they last had a Schizophrenic. She was curious. Their PTSD friend could wait.

She opened the door to room 112C and saw the patient. He was awake and he was staring at the wall opposite his bed. She let herself in and shut the door. He looked like he was watching something but he seemed calm. She took an immediate liking to him. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was his cute dimples or his manly, stubble beard. Whatever it was, she didn’t exactly know.

She cleared her throat.

“Goodmorning…*she quickly opens his file*…Rotimi. My name is Nurse Sarah. I’m here for my ward round and I just want to see how you’re feeling this morning and to also check your vital signs .”

He smiled and looked at her. “You’re pretty.”

That caught her off guard and she blushed. “Thank you Rotimi but I’d like to know how you’re feeling this morning.”

“They said you’re pretty too.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Who are “they”?”

“You wouldn’t know them. They’ve gone. They don’t stay when I have visitors.”

“Ok. So I’m going to check your vital signs.”

She used the stethoscope around her neck to check his heart beat and pulse rate and then she wrote in his file.

“So would you please tell me how you feel this morning?” She asked.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to be here.” He replied.

“Rotimi you’re not fine. I mean you’re fine but that’s not what I mean. You have a condition.”

“Everybody thinks I’m crazy. Do you think I’m crazy?”

“No, Rotimi. I don’t think you’re crazy.”

He smiled. “Good ’cause I don’t think you’re crazy too.”

She smiled. “Thank you.” She dragged the chair by the wall and placed it beside his bed and sat down. “Maybe you should just talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, what you see and then I can help you prove to everyone that you’re not crazy.”

“I don’t just see things. I’m not a freak. I hear voices. Everybody in the world hears voices in their heads. Why aren’t they all in hospitals?”

“Yes, we all hear voices in our heads sometimes but that’s different from what’s going on with you.” She looked into his file. “You were brought here last night because you attempted to commit suicide. You almost jumped off the top of your apartment building but for the security guard that followed you and stopped you. Why did you want to do that?”

He sighed and stared at the wall. “I didn’t want to kill myself. I might not be having the best life but I’m not interested in dying yet. I couldn’t sleep. There was this loud noise. I left my apartment and it got louder so I tried to trace where it was coming from. When I got to the top of the building, there were people there. It was a party that was why it was so noisy. It reminded me of a pool party I had attended some years back. I saw a familiar face. A girl. She jumped into the pool and I stood at the edge of the pool and watched her swim. Then she asked me to join her for a swim. I was about to jump in the pool when the guard yelled at me to get back.”

His story made her so sad. Why did this have to be happening to him? She tried to explain things to him in the calmest way she could.

“Look Rotimi, what you thought you saw was actually a delusion. When you were brought in last night evaluation tests were carried out on you and we discovered that you are suffering from a mental disorder called Schizophrenia. Associated with schizophrenia is a thought problem described as psychosis. This makes you usually hear voices and see people that aren’t actually present and we refer to that as auditory hallucinations and delusions. It’s one of the five types of Schizophrenia called Paranoid schizophrenia. It’s treatable but currently incurable. Nonetheless I assure you that we will do our best to help you get better.”

He didn’t say anything. She continued.

“There are drugs that can suppress the hallucinations and delusions and there are also therapeutic treatments and programs that can help you with your reality detachment issues.”

He looked at her. “So, the bottom line is you also think I’m crazy.”

“No I don’t.” She quickly said. “I just think you’re a bit confused and you need a little help.”

He smiled. “I need help huh? We’re saying the same thing. You think I’m crazy. I know I’m not. I know what I saw.”

“Rotimi, I honestly don’t think you’re crazy. It’s just that…” Her pager beeped. “I have to go but I’ll be back, I promise.”

As she got up to leave he said, “No matter what you think of me, I’ll still think you’re pretty.”

She blushed. “Thanks again.”

She left his room and went to find out why she was beeped. She hadn’t completed her ward rounds. She quickly went to attend to other patients and went to sort out some paperwork. As she went about her duties, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rotimi and how much she wanted to know more about him. He wasn’t anything like the other patients. She rolled her eyes as she remembered one of the patients that had tried to grope her when she was checking his pulse rate. Rotimi would never do something like that. He was so calm and polite and so she kept her promise. She went back to his room during her lunch break and they talked. He said the voices left when she came.

They talked about him. About his family and how they had all died in a fire when he was a teenager while he was spending the weekend with a friend. About being a teacher. He had taught chemistry at a secondary school and she could tell he loved the kids he taught because he spoke about them with love and affection. Four teachers had seen him at different times talking to an empty lab and two students had at two different times passed by the window of his office and saw him yelling angrily at no one. He was served with a letter terminating his employment. They talked about how after he lost his job, he discovered his love for writing and drawing and how he started to write and draw for a comic book series he intended to publish. It was about a dying breed of super humans and how they discovered their powers and used it to fight bad guys. His eyes brightened up when he talked about it. He looked like an over-excited kid in a toy store. They even talked about how he was allergic to onions because they made his eyes go red and itch terribly.

After her shift ended, she came back to his room and they talked some more.

They talked about politics and the economy and cancer and natural disasters. Before she knew it, they were talking about her. The nurse was talking to the patient about the nurse. However, it didn’t feel like that. It felt like she was talking to an old friend.

She talked about how she missed her parents and two siblings who were all living in London. About how she decided to become a nurse after watching a movie about a nurse that touched the lives of all the patients at a hospital in amazing ways. About how her dad wasn’t so happy about it because he wanted her to be a lawyer. About how he has accepted it but never sounds excited on the phone when he asks about her job. About how hectic nursing school was and how she dealt with being undermined by people generally because she was only a nurse and they assumed it wasn’t as important as being a doctor. She talked about Tari and how she loved and hated her but loved her more than she hated her. They also talked about random stuff like how she hated ketchup because to her it tasted like tomato puree and how she still hated Brad Pitt for leaving Jennifer Aniston for Angelina Jolie. About the hilarious things that happen on the bus on her way home between angry passengers.

They talked and laughed some more. Then she had to leave. It was 11pm and her shift had ended at 8pm. She was sad she had to leave but she knew she had to. It was a short bus ride home but she hated being out late.

She stood up to leave. “I have to go now, Rotimi. It’s getting late but I promise I’ll be back tomorrow.” She said with a smile.

“Alright.” He said. “And I promise I’ll be here when you come tomorrow.”

She laughed. “Where else would you be?”

He smiled. “Well, you made me a promise and I just wanted to make you one too.”

She blushed. He was so cute.

“Alrighty. In that case, I’ll hold you to your promise.”

“And I’ll hold you to yours.” He replied.

As she turned to leave, he said “And you’re still as pretty as you were when you first came in this morning.”

She blushed again.

“And you’re still as sweet as you were when I first saw you this morning. See you tomorrow.” She said and left.

As she left the hospital and walked to the bus stop, thoughts of Rotimi flooded her mind. As she got on the bus, she still couldn’t stop thinking about him. She didn’t even pay attention to the idle gossip between the two women that sat next to her. On another day she would’ve been interested but not today. She smiled to herself as she thought about his brown eyes, cute dimples, manly stubble beard and rich brown skin. A lethal combination. She thought about the way he talked and how he talked. She laughed when she remembered how he laughed. Then she remembered she was on a bus and composed herself before people started saying the nurse from the mental hospital was going crazy.

As she got off the bus and walked to her apartment she was still thinking about him. How alive he became when he talked about his comic book series. How calm, polite and genuinely sweet he was. No one had told her that she was pretty as many times as he did today. Not even her ex. She couldn’t remember when last she had really talked about herself even with Tari. There was something about him that made talking about herself so easy. She was still thinking about him when she unlocked her apartment and let herself in. She saw Tari’s note on the fridge about not coming home for the night because she was sleeping over somewhere else. She didn’t care. Tari was probably returning the favour to the guest she had seen in her room in the morning. For the first time, she wasn’t jealous.

She was still thinking about Rotimi while she ate dinner and while she showered and while she brushed her teeth. He was still on her mind when she locked up for the night and climbed into bed. She knew she felt something for him. Maybe not love because they had only just met and she didn’t believe in the crap about love at first sight but she knew there was something. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all over. As she closed her eyes to sleep she felt very eager to go to work the next day. More eager that she had felt in a long time and it was not just because she loved helping the mentally ill.

She couldn’t wait to see the patient in room 112C. Rotimi, the Schizophrenic.
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