TEMI 2 Episode 25
Mirabel and Eliza sat down their derriere on the big long couch occupying the spacious lounge of the hospital. While Mirabel never relented to console and comfort the wistful form of Eliza sitting beside her. For she had all the time been snivelling on how her son must not die. Mirabel had taken time to coo her with postiche hope even while she herself was crestfallen and battered deep down inside. She wondered how Temi would survive the deadly stream of bullets rained on him.
Nurse Tracy on her own had left immediately she started to receive
quite a number of quaint calls from an undisclosed caller. The nimiety
of the calls of course exempted her from staying along with rest in care
of Temi. She told them she had a very important thing to attend to
While Lance didn’t sit down like the other ladies. He had opted to rove
to and fro the lounge with sunken look and ostensibly a mind surfeit
with silent but potent prayers for Temi’s miraculous and quick recovery.
He liked Temi quite alright already, but the gory sight that fed his
eyes not long ago had strengthened his likeness more to form a pity. He
couldn’t imagine how vengeance had taken toll to plunder havoc on
humanity. Vengeance that immediately turn to regret after been carried
out on victims. The situation he experienced while he was plotting to
plow on Temi out of his flimsy rancor he nursed towards him. Same
situation made a father to unleash a bundle of hell on his only son.
What a pity! He just wished his Temi survived his ordeal. To him, Temi
had witnessed plethora inhumanness more than enough from his foes. The
best advice he nurtured for him till he recuperate was too flee for his
life.. To find solace outside Nigeria instead of hurling from one gun
shots to another here in Nigeria.
“Hello Doctor.. How is he ? How is he fairing ? His he going to survive?
How is my son ? Did he survive the shots ? Where is he ? Can we see him
now ? octillion of questions from Eliza and Mirabel where thrown at the
lankily tall but stout faced man with stethoscope dangling round his
neck.
“Pls calm down., plss” the doctor said with pseud voice trying to conceal something.
“Don’t tell me my Temi is dead.. Don’t tell me that doctor.. Plss ”
Mirabel quizzed with a clamant voice. But the doctor didn’t say
anything. He only stood there with an heavy stog, while his sunken eyes,
pallid gestures concisely his crestfallen appearance had said
everything his vocal cord could not say.
“Madam” he finally found his vocal cord “im so sorry to tell you this
..” The doctor paused intensifying his stale look that almost sent Eliza
and Mirabel to afterlife..
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Still trampling in the dead of the night, along the derelict road paving
the way to his target. His eyes was upshot and so bloody. Apparently
also ready to unleash his gravid vengeance on Dr.Banji and his wiccan of
a sister his naivety fell in love with. The woman that turned his
pleasant flushed life with Eliza to sour.
The awful night slowly crept back to his head. How Racheal and her
friends dealt mercilessly with Eliza and later threw her out with the
foetus in her womb while he only watched like a lifeless golliwog. He
blamed himself for the stupid fright that stuck him down not to save
her. Well, Even if Eliza wouldn’t forgive him, he would still make sure
Racheal and Dr.Banji pay for his wasted years, all the impoverish life
Eliza had gone through and also, cozening him into killing his only son.
Few Miles away to reach the place he had thought Dr.banji and Eliza
would have possibly escaped to,. Dami stopped abruptly. Put off his
sleek blood stained agbada robe, flung it to one side, remaining just a
the underwear and his trouser. The agbada robe was disrupting his hasty
movement. He brought out the gun, posed a confirmation look at it for
some seconds. He smirked evil, confirming it was fully loaded. Then he
resumed his journey like a demented man. I must kill you Dr.Dan and that
your witch sister tonight. He muttered to himself as he made to enter
the building he thought they would be lurking.
“Hello Mr Man.” Dami heard a voice beckoned to him out of the eerie
night. He turned to see a man moving clumsily with obviousness of
already being inebriated to stupor while holding a bottle containing a
skunk alcoholic liquor.
“What do you want you drunkard ?” Dami said pointing his gun at his
trespasser. But was surprised to see the man not flinching an inch,
rather he peered a strong look on him like a seer reading out a vision.
“You want revenge ? Hmmm.. The same revenge you looked for that made you
kill your only son. Now you still want it. I wonder why human beings
are so consumed with their myopic thinking. Why do you think you need to
take vengeance on your own while law of karma still exists ? Humm ..
Well well..” The wino paused, gulped another round of from his bottle of
liquor then he continued “You can go in and take your revenge but i bet
it that it won’t turn out the way you planned. If you like hear me and
if you like no hear.. Na u sabiii” the wino-man burped out large volume
of air reeking strong alcohol on Dami’s stunned face then zoomed back to
his journey.
Dami stood poised for a minute mulling over what the wino just squealed
out. Part of him tried to relinquish his vengeance mission, but his
stoic inner self still loathed for the it. He had sworn to kill the
phlegm b——s tonight and didn’t expect a rummy figure high on alcohol to
stop him from satisfying his urge. Dami shook his head in a manner
explicating he just bunked off all the gibberish talks the wino squealed
out. He held tightly to his pistol, smirked evil again then made to
enter the lion’s den.
To Be Continued…
Hmmmmmm….wat a world