ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 148 by dy9ty7
The protest going on inside the school was out of the world and the first of its kind anywhere on earth. Students of various department were moving in mass as they marched from one department to another, from one faculty to another. Final year student who were seated in the exam hall waiting for their afternoon paper had to flee when hundreds of students barged into the hall with sticks, clubs, cutlasses, daggers, and other dangerous weapons, that mere looking at them, one would pass out.
The few brave ones quickly joined in the protest as the moved from faculty to faculty, offices to offices, hostels to hostels, cars to cars. The student leading the whole protest was no other person that the popular student activist, Joe, a final year student in the law department.
Even though he had tried all he could to make the protest gentle, but some aggrieved students, especially those who had in one way or the other met with Dolapo, Darasimi and the other girls who had died were venting their angers on cars as the broke the glassed, destroyed school properties, beat security men to stupour, beat lecturers beyond recognition. The whole school was in great turmoil such that no security agent could try stop or talk to them.
Joe and his own group of students were just returning from the vice chancellor’s office where about fifty students were placed in his office to ensure that he didn’t escape while other lecturers including the Deputy vice chancellor were marched from their office to the ICT complex where Darasimi was shot.
Ngozi and her team of policment were strucked in between thousands of students who had surrounded their vehicles inside which Deoye and his gang were, either dead or at the point of death.
“Give them to us and let us punish them according to the law of the land.” The guy said and immediately, about five containers of petrol were brought forward.
“I promise you the police will do their job accordingly.” Ngozi said without coming out of the car for the fear of being mobbed.
But the student had no such thing in mind, the didn’t move near the policemen, they just barricaded them, they blocked their way. Mike had tried to use forceful means on the students, but on word was enough to make him retreat, they threatened to lynch him if he tried anything funny and he became powerless. He couldn’t take on thousands of students at a time even if he is the most powerful man in the world.
Just then Clement arrived with about twenty policemen, this is the third time he would be driving into the ICT complex in the space of one hour.
“Inspector Clement is here.” Someone screamed and suprisingly, the students gave him a space that is enough for him to walk into the open wher Ngozi was stranded with others.
“I need to see the SUG president.” Clement said and his request was granted. The president came out and as Clement made to lead him out of the crowd, the popular Joe came running.
“You can’t settle things with him without the students supporting it. I represent the voice of the students, the president is on the payroll of the government.” Joe said and all the student screamed and clapped for him.
The three of them walked to a secluded corner away from the crowd and they reached an agreement. Though Joe refused to support everything that was said by the president of the student union.
Therefore, any conclusion reached by Clement and Joe was okay by the president. Five minutes later they returned and Joe spoke to the students in the language which they understood and the agreed to let the police leave but if the criminals are not tried and killed in two days time, they’ll be forced to storm the police station.
“Thank you very much.” Clement screamed at the top of his voice.
The students dispersed with sorrowful looks on their faces but not without warning Mike not to ever step his feet into the school until they deemed it fit to forgive him and he agreed.
It was late in the night when Kelvin returned home looking a bit drunk but he still had a firm grip on his thinking and could control his action. He walked into the living room and met Onome seated on a couch reading a novel.
As far as he was concerned, this is the first time he would be seeing Onome seated on any of the chairs in the living room, she was always restricted to the kitchen and her small room. The closest she had ever come was sitting in the dining area while other members of the family were in the living room. But that is the least of his worries now. Onome can sleep on his bed for all he cared, but he needed to see his father and clearify some certain things.
“Welcome sir.” Onome greeted.
“Where is your boss?” He asked.
“In the study.” She replied mouth agape. She couldn’t imagine Kelvin asking after his father in that manner, the last time she checked, he was his father’s favourite and the only think which could warrant such attitude was in case of a misunderstanding. But what misunderstanding could have led to this? I must find out. She thought as she picked the television’s remote control and reduced the sound volume to the least, the first time she is using the remote too.
Kelvin bounced off towards the stairs in a bid to confront his father.
“Hope no problem sir?” She asked.
He would have loved to ask her a question why people from the east loved interfering in things that doesn’t concern them, but remembering he is from that region too, he kept quiet.
“Did I tell you there is a problem?” He asked.
He marched upstairs without waiting for her reply, but he was sure he heard her mumble something like she is sorry.
“Kelvin, where did you put your manners? How dare you barge in into me study without any form of knocking?” Chief Obi Patrick asked.
“Dad, where did you put you dignity when you decided to indulge in dirty politics?” He asked defiantly.
“And what on earth are you lacking that made you join a terrorist group. Is it money you need that I don’t give you or what?” Chief Patrick asked his son.
“I am a terrorist because I wanted to be one and it is a lucrative job. You have no worries and you are always secured.” He replied.
“Fine. I want you out of Khal corp immediately, call Maleek and tell him you wanted out.” His father ordered.
He gave a short laugh as he jumped and sat on his father’s desk.
“Dad, you know its impossible. You guys drafted the constitution of the corporation. Remember, you can only opt out when you are ready to die.” Kelvin replied.
Chief Patrick knew it was impossible for his son to opt out of the corporation even if the order came from the president, he’ll have to pay with his life. The only thing that could be done is team up and achieve success together.
“So, what do you suggest we do?” He asked his son.
“There is nothing to be done, other than to keep moving as the time changes.” Kelvin replied with full confidence.
It was then Chief Patrick realised how much his son sounded like the Danger-kelv he has always spoken to in phone.
“But there is a problem.” Chief Patrick said.
Chief Patrick took his time to explain how he saw a leftover browser on his laptop where someone was getting more information about Eagle group, a notorious group of smugglers and assassination executers in the early seventies when Nigeria first had her general election for a democratically elected president, a northerner. The Eagle group many decades later changed to Khal corp to satisfy their hunger for power.
“Rachel had everything with her. But I was able to get it off her when I visited her.” Chief Patrick concluded.
“She is on the to-be-killed list.” Kelvin said in almost a whisper.
“How sure are you that she hadn’t told anyone?” His father asked.
“That’s not the point. Whoever she told would be too afraid to come out to make an arrest. But Rachel has to die for this.” Kelvin said.
Onome was standing outside Chief Patrick’s study eavesdropping father and son heated arguement now turned mind rubbing conversation. Would anyone believe that an arguement which began in a very high note and threatened to turn bloody could end up becoming a conversation where the two parties will reach a compromise?
So, Chief is the one sponsoring Khal corp? Kelvin is a member? Is she safe? But why was Rachel mentioned? Were the questions going through her mind.
Even though she didn’t hear the part where Kelvin whispered about Rachel, but she heard Chief Patrick saying something about Rachel having something in her possession which he had since gotten back unknown to her(Rachel)
“I need to talk to Rachel.” She thought as she tip toed back down the stairs.
Rachel walked out of the bathroom to join Clement on the bed where he was working on his laptop and at the same time making calls.
Since he returned and told her about the failed attack on Dolapo, she has been moody and thinking deep into the possible outcome the trauma could have on her.
“But why will the doctors sedate her?” She asked as she joined him in bed.
“You need to see her reaction when she was revived after she passed out. She wanted to run out of the hospital, probably to meet Darasimi or anybody. She was just behaving weird.” Clement replied.
“The poor girl is loosing her mind.” She added.
Clement continued working on his laptop, the event of the day kept playing in his mind. How would a human being be so wicked that he had no value for a fellow human’s life? Deoye and hos goons won’t go unpunished, even if the powers that be calls for their release, he would refuse.
Thank God, a human right group and the Association of Nigerian students at the National level had written a pettition to the president and the state governor of Lagos state, calling for immediate trial of the killers which a a welcomed development. Justice must be served, no matter who was involved.
“Who is staying with her in the hospital?” Rachel asked.
“A few of her friends that I know and trust would be spending the night with her. She is actually in a restricted ward with about ten policemen assisting the hospital security in keeping the hospital in a lockdown.” Clement explained.
“Poor girl. I would have loved to go stay with her, but my baby is still young to be exposed to the smells in the hospital.” Rachel said.
Just then her phone rang. She checked the caller and realised it was Onome, her friend and councellor.
“Hello.” Rachel said.
“Hello Rachel, there is a problem o.” She said.
“What problem?” Rachel asked glancing at her husband who had stopped whatever he was doing and was looking at her intently.
“Its about Kelvin and his father.” She said in a whisper.
Rachel stylishly stood up and walked out of the room with the phone pressed tightly against her ear as Onome explained all she heard to her.
“So what do you suggest I do?” Rachel asked.
“Tell your husband about it. He should be able to do something about it.” Onome said.
“Ok, thank you.” Rachel said and hung up.
She wanted to cry, because the thought of what would happen if Chief Obi decided to attack her is enough reason for her to slump and die without being touched.
She headed back into the room with a broken heart. She was unsure of how to explain to her husband.
“Who was that?” Clement asked.
Suprisingly, he didn’t touch his laptop anymore, the moment she went out.
“Onome.” She replied.
“Okay. So what problem is she talking about?” He asked further.
“Ermmm.. Ermmm. Its about her children, they needed to pay their exam fee and she couldn’t afford it, even with all her savings.” She lied.
“Was that why you went to recieve the call outside?” He asked eyeing her suspiciously.
“I felt I was disturbing you, because you stopped working when I picked the call.” She replied.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes now. Come on, stop giving me that look. Its not as if I am lying or anything.” She said hitting him playfully and the shoulder and that did the trick, he let the questions on his mind slide.
“How are you going to help her?” He asked.
“I promised to credit her account tomorrow morning.” Rachel replied.
Is this the best thing to do? Lying to her husband. What does it cost her to come out clean and explain the ways of his father and brother to him? But he might hold it against her. She would just find the right time to explain to him.
Onome looked from left to right and back to front towards the blacony, when she realised the road was clear, she walked out of Chief Patrick’s private gulf club at the back of the house and tip toed towards the main house, hiding behind trees occasionally, in a bid to avoid the light from setting up on her.
Just as she took the last turn out of the garden, she saw a masculine figure disappear into the house very fast and suspiciously. Without being told, she knew it was Kelvin and a right thinking human being would know that she had overheard her conversation with Rachel and a mentally stable individual who knew the kind of person Kelvin is wouldn’t take a chance by sleeping in the house that night because, one way or the other, she would open her eyes the following day in a whole new environment filled with people in white, flying and praising God. And she remembered the last time she was there, many years ago before God sent her into the world to do her own part.
She bravely walked into the house and silently made it into her room, she took all of her savings for the last three month which she hadn’t saved half and sent the other half to her twins in the village with her mother.
There is no point wearing another cloth or packing her belongings with her, this would futher make her escape slower and suspicious.
As she stood at the doorpost, she could see Kelvin walk into his father’s study, probably to report her and plan on the next line of action. She stolled accross the living room towards the gate.
“Where to?” A mean looking dude asked.
“I am the maid here. I need to get something outside the estate.” She replied.
He had no right to restrict her movement, but he felt suspicious about her.
“Without the car?” He asked.
“I don’t know how to drive, but if you’ll be willing to drive me, then I don’t mind.” She said knowing fully well that the drivers in the compound had retired into their quarters and won’t be coming out until daybreak and the mean looking dude before her would be unwilling to take chances by driving her that night, abandoning his own duty.
He pushed the gate open and Onome stepped out of the compound, for the first time in about a month. The last time she stepped outside was the day Rachel fainted and she had to call the doctor who lived in the next compound.
She began a typical Isrealites journey from Egypt to Cannaan that night as she trekked towards the gate into the estate.
“Sweetheart, where did you spend the night yesterday?” Rachel asked.
This is the first time Tobiloba would be returning home since she returned herself a few days ago.
“Have I asked you where you went for two days in just your short nightie?” He asked angrily.
The look on his face showed how bitter he is about everything.
“Believe me, I went to a friends place.” She replied.
“A friend that I don’t know of? I called your friends who reside in Lagos. They all claimed not to have seen you.” He said.
“Do you know all my friends?” She asked.
“When I called Bola, she gave me Tricia’s number who inturn gave me Doyin’s number.” He explained.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“You passed the night with Kelvin in a hotel right?” He asked.
“How dare you accuse me of such?” She asked but her voice gave her away.
“Well, if you must know, my friend Brown, his sister was the attendant who gave you the key.” He said.
She was left dumbfounded. No wonder, she was trying to figure out where she had met the lady because she resembled someone she knew.
“You slept with him and now you are bringing the remains back to me.” He said as he inched closer to her and his anger took over his reasoning as he slapped her and made to start beating her.
“Baby, he ra.ped me. He molested me. Believe me this once.” She pleaded weakly.
Just then the gate into the compound was yanked open forcefully bringing about absolute silence in the living room and the whole compound. A few seconds later, a sharp knock sounded on the living room door, and thanks to the darkness in the room.
“Open this door for me now?” A male voice shouted.
Tobiloba managed to hide Ngozi inside the wardrobe in the visitors room before he went to open the door for the gunmen who immediately pounced on him.
“Where is your police wife?” They asked.
“She is not here.” He replied and one of the guys hit him with the butt of his gun.
“She is spending the night with her friend. We have a misunderstanding last week.” He lied.
“Guys, check every nook and cranny of this house and bring the girl to me.” Their leader said and sat down.
“This is the last time I would be asking this question and I want the truth.” Hakym said and paused.
“Where is your police girlfriend?”
“I can not lie to you people. She angrily left to her friends place since last week and I haven’t seen her.” He replied and immediately the other guys pounced on him.
From the look of things, it seemed like for every word or sentences he said, he would be beaten. And he was sure that by the time these evil men are through with him he would have turned a shadow of his former self.
“Let him be for now.” Hakym ordered his men who stopped immediately but not after hitting his twice each.
“Now that my men has searched everywhere in your house with no sign of your girlfriend, what do you suggest we do to you now?” Hakym asked.
Tobiloba kept quiet, so many thoughts racing through his mind. He knew he could be killed, and whats the gain dying because a woman who cheated on him? Whats the gain dying because of a woman who paid little or no attention to his throughts or advices. Maybe he would have to tell them where she is. But what if the men decided to spare him and had planned to leave that moment, telling them where she is will mean he made them kill her if things turned out bad.
“Do you have an idea of where she keeps her things? We need a map from her.” Hakym said after a minute of silence.
“I would have given it to you if I know what you are talking about. Please what map are you saying?” Tobi asked.
“A paper map she picked inside the underground of Mr Ayo Okorie’s house.” Hajym replied.
He knew it, this underground will put her in trouble and now it has finally brought trouble into ther house.
“She didn’t bring anything of such into this house, maybe its in her office.” Tobi replied.
Hakym thought for a while before making a final decision.
“I know she’ll come home one day and we must drop our message for her.” He said.
“You can drop it with me, I’ll deliver it.” Tobiloba said.
“You won’t be one to deliver it, but you’ll help us convey the message. Guys kill him and attach our letter on his body.” Hakym said as stood up from the three seater couch.
“Please don’t kill me. I will give the letter to her and even persuade her to bring the map to you herself.” Tobi pleaded.
“Kill him.” Hakym said with a tone of finality.
One of his men corked his gun and was a few millisecond away from pulling the tirgger when they heard a feminine voice.
“Don’t.” Ngozi said as she walked into the living room.
The guy refused to remove his gun off Tobiloba’s head.
“I said don’t shoot him. He did nothing wrong, you are here for me. Then take me.” She said confidently.
Hakym loved the way she spoke and he would have loved to flirt with her a little but time was not on his side.
“We need the map.” He said.
“Its still in Mr Ayo’s residence and it is heavilly guarded.” She replied.
“You’ll go there with one of my men while the rest of us stay here with your boyfriend. You know you can try something funny by turning his loneliness to your advantage.” Hakym began.
“Don’t hesitate to press the botton on your cloth if things go wrong. Immediately we will blow off his head head.” Hakym said to his man and at the same time warned Ngozi.
“I could loose my job.” She said.
“At the count of three.”
Ngozi was led out of the house by the man, a gun placed on her head, and immediately they entered the car, he cuffed her hands to the back of the passenger seat.
“Sweet baby.” The guy said starting the engine and caressing her laps in the process. He zoomed out of the compound.
“I just hope you won’t do anything funny, because on mistake from you, I’ll press this button and the trigger would go off on your boyfriend.” The guy said as he brought the car to a halt about one hundred metres away from Mr Ayo Okorie’s residence which was well lit as a result of a power generating plant given to the soldiers by a rich man in the estate to keep the place illuminated and therefore guard the house and also the whole estate as well.
“I will uncuff you now and we’ll both go in there and fetch the map. You know how to get past those soldiers, therefore, I don’t need to teach you that.” He continued.
Ngozi kept a straightface. She wan’t afraid of the task before her, but her mind is on Tobiloba. Only God knows what the other guys were doing to him.
The guy uncuffed Ngozi’s hands and she became free agian but without any form of self security or defensive weapon.
“Now, move it.” The guy said pushing her forward.
They both walked towards the gate and Rachel gently tapped on the gate gently.
“Who be?” A deep masculine voice asked as the gate swung open.
The soldier was taken aback when he saw a lady dressed in her nightie and another well dressed guy. What could they looking for at this stange hour, only God knows what they want.
“I am Detective Ngozi from the police headquarters. There is an emergency, we need to pick something real quiick from the underground.” Ngozi explained.
“Emergency? We’ve not been briefed about that. Well, I am sorry you can’t be allowed into the house.” The soldier replied and locked the gate.
“Wait! Wait!” She said.
The soldier opened it wider, but his frame was blacking the opening such that no one could see what was happening inside the house.
“I tod you I am a police officer.” She said.
“Am sorry you can’t be allowed into the house.”
“Fine, I don’t have my ID card with me. But can I see whoever is in charge here?” She asked.
The soldier scrutinized her for a few seconds by sizing her up with his eyes. He shrugged, and removed a device from his pocket. He radioed someone whom Ngozi concluded was his colleague or the boss in charge of the team guarding the residence.
Ngozi was praying that whoever was coming as the boss should at least know her as a police officer, because if it turned out that no one recognises her, she would be denied entry and another alternative is to put a call through to the Inspector Clement and that would automatically put her into trouble. She looked at the man behind her, he had an expressionless look on his face.
A senior millitary officer came around to the gate, he had no uniform on, but Ngozi concluded he would either be a leuitenant or a leuitenant colonel.
“Good evening sir.” Ngozi greeted.
“Good evening Miss Ngozi. Come on in.” The senior officer said and that was it.
The walked in between tens of soldiers until the reached the front door, the door was opened by another soldier, this time from inside the house and they all stepped in.
“So, why are you here this late?” The soldier asked now that they are in living room.
“Sir, we really need to see a paper map that actually led us into the underground and we needed to study it because it could also lead us into the Khal corp.” Ngozi explained.
“Where is it?” He asked.
“It should be in the room above the underground.” Ngozi replied.
The soldier led them towards the room and luckily for them, the electric shock attached to the underground cover has been disabled and Ngozi walked freely to the other end of the small room where the map was lying.
“Here is it.” She said showing it to the soldier.
He collected it and studied it for a while before handing it back to her.
Three minutes later, Hakym’s man was about cuffing Ngozi’s hands to the passenger seat.
“Please don’t.” She said as she freed her hands.
The guy placed his hand on the red button on his cloth.
“No no, don’t. This is my hand.”
After the departure of Hakym and his men, Ngozi and Tobiloba couldn’t sleep throughout the night. By the time Ngozi returned, Tobiloba had sustained a lot of injuries as a result of the beatings he recieved.
“Baby, am sorry about yesterday.” Ngozi said for the upteenth time as she massaged his body that early morning.
“What is there to be sorry about. A right thinking man will always do what I did for the woman he loved.” He replied.
“I know I don’t deserve you, after everything that I did to you. You still suffered because of me. Just find a place in your heart to forgive me.” She said.
Just then a knock sounded on the door.
“Come in the door is not locked.” Ngozi said.
The door was pushed open and their next flat neighbour walked in.
“Good morning Uncle and Aunty.” The woman greeted.
“Good morning mummy Chiamaka.” Ngozi replied.
“We all heard what happened yesterday. But what’s your business with those men?” The woman asked.
“We just can’t explain. It was a terrible experience.” Ngozi replied.
She glanced at Tobiloba and could see the angry look on his face. She knew something good is not likely to come out of his mouth if he decides to speak, so she had to take charge and give him no chance to talk.
“We won’t see such anymore in the name of God. Hope you weren’t wounded much? What did they take?” The woman asked.
“Madam, you heard when those men entered the compound. You should have called the police since you knew that the way and manner which they entered the compound looks unatural.” Tobiloba said.
“We wanted to call the police, but the only police number we have is Aunty Ngozi’s number. We felt she would have called the police immediately they opened the gate.” The woman explained.
Tobiloba knew anybody could have called the police out of the four occupants in the compound, and their flat which was directly opposite the gate, they had the chance to contact the police, but because he was venting his anger on his fiancee, they were caught unawares.
Three minutes later, the woman had left with the excuse that she was going to work.
“But sweetheart, promise me you won’t ever cheat on me.” Tobiloba said.
“Like I told you, Kelvin ra.ped me. It was true that I ran to him after I left home, but I had no plans of sleeping with him. It is you I belong to.” She replied.
“I just can’t imagine myself sharing my woman with another man. Maybe we should report to the police.” He suggested.
“I have nothing to back my claims. I entered the hotel with him, it was not like he forced me or anything.” Ngozi replied.
Tobiloba reasoned with her, that indeed is the beauty of dating a lawyer or a police officer, one would know a bit about the constitution and how things work in court.
“Promise me you will never raise you hand to beat me again.” Ngozi said.
“I cross my heart.” Tobi replied.
“Let me go and get prepared for work. You can call your boss at work and explain things to him.” Ngozi said walking out of the room.
“I thought we would be spending the day together.” He said.
“I wish we could but I need to be at work this morning. Don’t worry, I will do shift because of you. By twelve o’clock I should be home.” She replied this time from the bedroom.
Dolapo was awake by the time Clement entered her ward with the doctor.
“Dolapo.” He called as he moved closer to her bed.
“Uncle, why will you allow Darasimi to die?” She asked immediately she saw him and started crying.
“I wasn’t the one, she died on the way to the hospital.” Clement replied.
“You could have saved her. You could have saved her. God, you are wicked. Where is thy face?” She screamed.
Clement turned to face Doctor Kolade with a are-you-sure-she-is-okay look.
Doctor Kolade smiled and nodded in affirmation.
“Who shot Darasimi? Did you catch them?” She asked.
Clement nodded his head in affirmation.
“Who are they? What did they want? What’s our offence and why do they want us dead?” She asked.
“Its Deoye and his guys.” Clement replied.
“Where are they?” Dolapo asked.
“They are in custody, they’ll be tried in court before the end of the week.”
Dolapo kept mute for a minute or two staring into space and slowly, a smile crept into her face.
“Doctor, I hope Tola is still in her ward?” She asked.
“Yes of course. Any problem?” Doctor Kolade asked.
“She deserved to hear this goodnews. It could bring her back to life.” Dolapo said making a move to get out of bed.
“No, you need to rest some more. You can go and see Tolani, but not now.” Doctor Kolade said trying to push her back unto the bed.
Her small frame proved advantageous that moment because she was able to snatch her hand off his grip and raced out of the ward, even though she didn’t know the part of the hospital she was. But taking a gamble, she took the doorway marked ‘EXIT’ and found herself outside the hospital building. She walked inside through the main door of the second building and started towards stairs, half running and half walking. Meanwhile, she was been followed cloesly by Clement and the doctor.
She pushed the door open and entered the ICU waiting room, the first thing that caught her attention was the fact that about three nurses and a different doctor were inside the ICU attending to a patient. One look at Tolani’s mum, she knew something was not right and she was bent on finding out.
She burst forward towards the door and pushed it, but it didn’t open.
“Open this door for me.” She screamed, but it was of no use because the nurses inside the ICU couldn’t hear her. Doctor Kolade came forward and with the help of his keycard, opened the door and Dolapo sped into the room where, Tolani was gasping for breathe, fighting for her life.
“Are you going to stand there and watch her?” She screamed at the doctor.
“Come on do something to stabilise her.” She added.
She joined Tolani on the bed and turned her face to herself.
“Tolani please don’t leave me alone, please get well. The doctor will make you get well.” She said, but got no response and Tolani kept staring at her without blinking her eyes.
“Tolani, you have every reason to live. Deoye and his gang has been arrested and will go to court before the end of the week. Get well so we can watch them get jail terms and death sentences.” She screamed into Tolani’s ears.
Then she got the suprise of her life when tears escaped from Tolani’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
Why was she crying? Is she seeing something that she can not see? Were the questions on her mind. It was the popular believes among the yoruba, a tribe in the south western Nigeria that a person will always see death either few days or few hours before he give up the ghost, but he won’t be able to tell anybody.
But something about him will change which not even his family members will notice, it is only after his death that they will remember thos strange things. The person could be staring into space, others could be crying, another set of people will just become unecessarily nice, some people will start making mistakes which are unheard of.
“Omotolani. Stay with me and lets make history, you will be allowed to write your exams and I promise to help you through it.” Dolapo continued.
“Tell me, why the tears? Are you seeing something that we can not see? There is no cause for alarm, we are safe now.” She said and Tolani breathe her last.
This is not happening.
“God!! Kill me too.” She screamed so loud that tears escaped from even the doctor’s eyes. Clement couldn’t stand the scene, he had to walk out.
Tolani’s mother was lost, she could neither laugh nor cry. What’s the gain? Sitting in the hospital sleeplessly for the past two to three week because of her daughter who would later die. God must be a wicked man afterall. The elderly woman concluded.
She felt pity for the lady crying beside her daughter even more than herself.
The nurses succeeded in taking Dolapo back to her ward and was sedated and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
“I really appreciate your efforts Doctor.” Clement said as Doctor Kolade walked him to his car.
“Thank you very much sir. And am sorry for the death of Tolani.” Doctor Kolade replied.
“We all know that doctors only try their bests, God heal whosoever he wish to heal.” Clement said.
“You are very understanding. Some people see we doctors are God that gives life and taketh life.” Doctor Kolade replied.
“I guess, her parent will make arrangement of how to get her out of here. That aside, put her bills on me. I’ll pay.” Clement said unlocking his car doors.
“Mr Clement, but we doctors around here, especially those that in one way or the other admistered a treatment or the other on the late Tolani have decided to pay the bill incured and also provide ambulance to transport her corpse to her parents house.” Doctor Kolade explained.
But they said doctors and nurses are heartless. Maybe the man before him is not a doctor. Or maybe he didn’t learn the heartless aspect of the profession.
“That’s very nice of you.” Clement said shaking hands with him and a few minutes later, he was driving out of the hospital.
It was still very early in the morning, the time was 9:56am and with the list of things on his table, he needed to first visit Doctor Rapheal and make immediate arrest after Deoye and his gang confessed overnight to the police officers on duty that Rapheal is their doctor.
“Hello, Mike. Take some men with you and go straight to Doctor Rapheal’s residence in Ikoyi while I go to his place of work. He could be in either of the two.” Clement said as soon as Mike picked the call at the other end.
“Make it snappy please.”
Akpan was cleaning his room and his eyes fell on two complimentary cards or buisiness card.
On it was inscribed, ‘THE NATIONAL SECURITY COUNCIL (TNSC)’
Then he remembered how he came about the cards, the two men who came about a month ago and another two men who came about three weeks ago asking after either his boss or his wife.
How could he be so stupid to forget about the cards. He must give it to Clement as soon as he returns from work or when his madam wakes up from her post morning sleep.
“Good morning Doctor Rapheal.” Clement greeted as he eased himself into the doctor’s office who froze on seeing him.
“Good morning Mr Clement. How may I help you?” Rapheal replied.
“I came to question you.” Clement replied.
“About what?” He asked seeing the serious look on Clement’s face.
“Well, the police force made a mass arrest yesterday on a group of boys suspected to be members of a notorious cult group in the university of Lagos and during the course of interrogation, your name was mentioned as their visiting doctor who administers treatment anytime they are injured. You are not being questioned because your name was mentioned, but the main concern of the police is the reason why a professional doctor will decide to treat a gunshot wound without a police report. Its illegal.” Clement explained.
“So do you want the police report now or what?” Rapheal asked.
“Mr man, I am not here to play. Answer my questions here and follow me to the station to write a statement.” Clement warned.
Just then his phone rang, it was Mike.
“Hello Mike.” Clement said.
He listened for a few seconds before he spoke.
“Have some men search his house while you drive down here to make the arrest.
“Why will they search my apartment without my consent? Its against the law. Firt you accused me wrongly for what I didn’t do, secondly you are harrassing me inside my office all in the name of questioning and now you asked your dogs to search my home. Its a breach on my right as a citizen of this country.” Rapheal ranted.
“Well, you are involved in illegal treatment, therefore its legal for police to suspect you as an accomplice. Everyone knows that the police are your friends, therefore, it is your duty to answer their questions if the need arises. And lastly so many rights are being violated as a result of one misconduct or the other. Co-operate with the police now or you get yourself locked up.” Clement replied.
Raphael kept quiet and kept staring at the blank tv screen at the far end of his office.
“Now, back to my initial question. Tell me what you know about these cultists and…” Clement was saying when he cut him short.
“And what again? And how I fvcked your slutty wife? And how your bitchy wife screamed and moaned beneathe me?” He said.
Clement’s mouth was left agape, he didn’t know what he was hearing or what it meant.
But a picture of the man before him and his wife in a compromising position told him all he needed to know.
–to be continued–
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