A WEEK LATER.
“Getting more critical, all you need
is prayer.”
Doctor Kate entered into the ward
as she
finished speaking to Richard and
left him to
start fighting with his weird
thoughts again.
It was a week already, he had been
performing
wrongly in the office and would
always visit
the bar everyday after leaving his
place of
work to ‘wash down his worries’.
Were the
worries really washed down?
He’d get back home and sink into
the bed and
wouldn’t wake up until the next
day into his
worries and agony again. What else
could he
do to stop these bad imaginations
from
manifesting? Everything was bad
for him and
his sister, he always imagined the
pains she
did pass through every minute as
she’d writhe
to the right and left of the bed, the
new news
he just heard was that she now had
Jaundice
which bad started making her skin
and eyes
turn yellowish. She also had
arthritis, what
else didn’t she have that might cut
her life
short?
He had tured to an overnight
drunkard just
because of Christiana, he had
turned his back
against God and even ladies
because they
might be a source of disturbance to
him. What
else could he do than to walk out of
the
hospital to play with his new friend-
alcohol.
******
“Pemisire, are you sure you will
work at
Hexagon Club and Bar?” Helen
asked her as
she stood up, dresses in an ankara
gown and
a pair of slippers.
“Yes, for the mean time.” She
replied.
“Alright, let’s go there now because
I have to
iron the shirt I’ll wear to school
tomorrow.”
She took of her slippera and picked
up her
rubber sandals. Pemisire also stood
up and
wore one of Helen’s sandals near
the fan. “Are
we set?” Pemisire asked.
“Sure.” Helen smiled and both
walked out.
*****
“I just found a name here, and also
a mobile
number.” Lawrence told his guys.
“Name? Tell us more boss.”
“Now, I found Helen and ber
mobile number.
As it was written in the diary, she’s
likely to be
her best friend. She wrote
something about
Destiny or so.. I can’t recollect but
Helen is
the only one found for now.” He
explained.
“That’s simple boss, Let’s start with
Helen.”
Another guy spoke.
“So, we will start by calling her
mobile number
and disguising to be Michael.”
Lawrence
smiled.
“Michael?” The guys asked.
“Yes, I also found that name here,
she wrote
something about that guy that he
inspired her
into singing, the day she went to
the hall with
her best friend, Helen. So, from
there, they
might know each other.” He
explained.
“Wao! That’s really cool boss.” One
of them
grinned.
“But what of the voice?” Another
asked.
“That one is small, if she falls and
she asks
about the voice, we will tell her
the phone has
problem. And, a place where
problem might
come from is that if she contacts
the guy
regularly or if she doesn’t even
know the guy
or they aren’t connected.”
Lawrence
expatiated.
“That’s true, let’s start from there.”
They
laughed.
———–
RICHARD.
In no time, people will start
criticizing me
concerning the way I drink. In no
time, many
people will start criticizing me that
I blame
God and doubt his existence. Many
people
don’t know that his existence is
useless to me,
really worthless! She now has
jaundice and
God is alive, he’s not dead, people
say he
doesn’t sleep, neither does he
slumber.
Hmmn! Now I k-n-o-w! He does
sleep to
some people’s problems and
wouldn’t to some
other people. I do say it, I do lay
emphasis on
it that he is partial! Yes, arthritis,
pains,
jaundice, yellowish skin and many
more. This
is too much for her to bear, just
unbearable! I
wonder how she’s been living,
holding on to a
thin rope that might cut at
anytime.
She cries and shows her sadness, I
think
Doctors are even getting tired of
us. Useless at
both work and home, heading to an
unknown
destination and you tell me God
exisits? You
tell me he’s not partial?
That’s a lie!
******
Helen and Pemisire walked into the
room
together as Helen shut the door..
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
A MAN’S DESTINY.. EPISODE 7..
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