RAYMOND
I
found myself pacing around the sitting room. It was two hours since I had
beentrying to get through to Nene but
the number always rang out and went to
voicemail. I wanted to remind her of our date tonight even though I knew she
wouldn’t forget. I could bet she was looking forward to our date night just as
I had been since morning. I had even lost concentration during the board meetings
of the editors of THE COMPASS thinking about Nene and our date and suspended
the meeting till Monday. Many weird thoughts crossed my mind “what if she was
involved in an accident’. I ruled that out because Nene was a very good driver
maybe even better than me though I wouldn’t tell her (ego things). What if she
had been robbed? I cancelled that too because the phone would have been
switched off by the thief due to the incessant calls. What am I still doing here? I askedmyself. I looked at the clock on
the wall, it was 6.47pm. I took my car keys from the table; I dashed out of the
house after informing Lauretta that I would be coming back later.
Preye opened the door to let me in, when I
entered their compound. I had looked towards the garage and seen Nene’s car
parked at her usual parking space.
“Hey,” I greeted Preyewalking into the
house behind her.
“Hi, Ray, good evening. Thank the heavens
you are here.” She replied .
“What happened? Is Nene okay?”
“You just came at the right time Ray. Kaine
has been in her room ever since she came back from the hospital. We don’t know
what went wrong at the hospital but we heard her sobbing. We tried talking to
her but she would neither budge nor open the door. We know she is like that
sometimes locking herself up in her room but this one has passed the normal
Kaine’sdeaf and dumb mode’ syndrome. Maybe you can use that your magical touch
to coax her into opening the door and bring my friend out. You know how it
works for you guys in the lovey lovey things.” Typical Preye,making light of every situation.
“Haha Preye, lovey lovey things eh?” I
chuckled. “You never cease to amaze me but I will surely get back to you on
this.” I retorted back at her.
“Oya please continue going to where you
were heading to. Remember your girlfriend needs to be dragged out of her room.’
“Yes ma.” I said and left the room. When I
got to the front of Nene’s door, I knocked three consecutive times and waited
for a response.
KAINENE
I woke up to the incessant knocking on my
door. I wiped my eyes to rub off sleep and grabbed my phone. Twenty-two missed
calls; fourteen from Ray and eight from Chris. I let my mind drift back to the
eventsthat happened earlier today at the hospital to the call from Chris. I
remembered the conversation I had with
Chris.
“Christopher Meludu.”
“Yes, it is me Adanne. I am sorry for what
happened. I am sorry for leaving you and mum after dad’s death.”
“Did you just come back from the land of
the dead because the brother I knew of had been declared dead?”
“It’s the Chris you know,your brother. I am
not dead. I came into the country few days ago in search of you and mum. I just
got your number from Barbra yesterday. I am very sorry Nene. I just called to
know if I can see you in person to apologize and know if Ican see mom. How is
she Kaine?
"Mum is dead Chris. She died five days
after you left to God-knows-where. She died on her way to Aswani market. She
died thinking of you Chris. Mum died because of you. You left without notice,
without informing anybody. You left when we needed you the most.” I shouted my
voice rising ten times higher.
“Yes I know Adanne and that’s why I have
come back to Nigeria to mend my ways. I can explain what happened.
“You owe nobody an explanation.”
“I do okay. You are my family.”
“Correction, I was. I have to go. Goodbye
Chris, we have nothing to say to each other.” I finally said and disconnected
the call.
Another knock brought me back from my reverie. I felt so exhausted.
Since I wasn’t dressed properly to answer the door, I walked to the mirror and
the image of me wasn’t encouraging but I couldn’t care less at the moment. My face was swollen, my eyes red and my head
was like something that got itself into a battle of the titans sighed. The
knocking continued, I covered myself with my bathing robe, proceeded to the
door and turned the knob. Ray was at the door. He was clad in formal dinner
jacket then I remembered. “Oh”, today was supposed to be our date night. “I am
sorry Ray.” I said as I felt the first drop of tear on my cheeks.
“Come here.” He said as he held out his arms.
I went into his waiting arms immediately and sobbed. I couldn’t pray for a
better comforter than him. He patted my back. ‘It’s okay Nene. I am here now
okay.” My sobbing turned to wailing as he pulled us into my room closing the
door and sitting us on the bed.
RAYMOND’S POV
I walked us to Nene’s bed and sat down. I
cradled her in my arms as she wept profusely. I felt so distraught and helpless
not knowing how to help her even though I had promised to be always there for
her. I wondered what went wrong at the hospital. I felt a thump on my chest.
Nene was thumping my chest harder as the
tears continued flowing down her
beautiful face..
“Oh God why me?” Thump
“Why will all these happen to me? Why will
I be the victim of a malicious attack when I know I have not wronged anybody?”
Another thump.
“Why will my brother who abandoned me for
years come back now claiming he is sorry and asking for forgiveness? Tell me
why Ray? Why?” She said as she continued pounding my chest, this time harder. I
held her tightly not saying anything because I felt it was better she let it
out. After some minutes, her cries subsided to just a few sniffs until she was
silent. She had fallen asleep. She looked so peaceful, nothing like the woman
whom I saw when she had let me in. This was bad. What had happened must have
really had a grave effect on her. The last person I had seen cry like that was
my mum when my father died in my teen years. He was shot while embracing my
mother on his return from work one evening. She had locked herself in her room
for two days refusing to talk or eat. I watched her sleep for a while until I
eventually gave in to sleep. I was coming out of sleep two hours later when I
felt someone stir in my arms.
“You are still here.” Nene asked.
“Yes sweet, I couldn’t leave you like
this.”
“Thank you.” She said her face lit up in a
smile.
“You are welcome. Would you like to share?”
I asked with hope that she wouldn’t keep me out as she had done to her friends.
She nodded and sat up to face me.
“Now the parents of Fatai have threatened
to sue the hospital and if that happens, I ...
“Shh…. Nothing will happen okay,” I said
cutting her off.
“How sure are you about that? What are you
going to do? She lifted her eyes looking at me quizzically.
“Just trust me on this one Nene. One more
thing, don’t forget to keep me in on the updates okay.” She nodded.
That night, I left Nene with a promise to
myself that I was going to get to the bottom of this and for her brother, well
I had not met him yet but I would make sure he doesn’t put her through yet
another pain all in the name of family.
KAINENE
I was having breakfast two days later in
the kitchen when Amina came in and went straight to the fridge without even a
glance at me. She took a bottle of water, drank some of it and placed it on the
table and sat down. I knew she and Preye were angry at me for keeping them out
of the loop. I had wanted to tell them but I couldn’t bring myself to, at least
not yet. That night after Ray left some minutes to midnight, I had locked my
room refusing to let anybody in. On Sunday, I went for the early morning mass
and afterwards retreated to my room. I heard Kiki’s voice in the house, she had
come knocking on my door but I didn’t let her in. I was not happy with her. At
least she would have told me what had happened before I went into the
children’s ward. So much for keeping a friend.
I planned to tell the girls tonight after the meeting with the hospital
board. I had gotten a call from chief requesting my presence at the meeting
with the hospital board as the parents of Fatai would come with their
lawyer to the hospital that morning. I
knew Amina had a lot of questions on her mind. I could sense it from the
continuous tapping of her fingers on the table.
“So Kaine, what’s up?” Because I had food
in my mouth, I resisted before I answered, “Nothing”
“Huh”
“Nothing”
“So what happened on Saturday? The usual
‘deaf and dumb’ mood, refusing to talk, ignoring us?” Amina had the ability to question people and
she could be pretty damn blunt in her questions. Preye chose that moment to
make her entrance to the kitchen.
“Yes tell us. Your boyfriend came into the
house and you just let him into your room.” She made a gesture wither hands.
“And you shut us out since Saturday. I mean what are friends for, not just your
friends but people you live in the same house with if you can’t share your
problems with us. Seriously Kaine, I am not happy with you at all.” She said
joining us at the table. She took a slice of bread from my plate lading it with
butter. I was short of words. I knew I was wrong for shutting them out and now
they were visibly angry with me.
“I am sorry guys. I had planned to tell you
but ... let me just say it now.” They both nodded. Just then my phone vibrated
on the table. I picked it. “Hello” After some talks with the person at the
other line, I picked my bag from the table.
“I am sorry guys, I have to leave you now.”
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The call I had gotten that morning was from
Chief informing me that the meeting was brought forward to 7:30 a.m because
Fatai’s parents were travelling to their home-town that morning to perform the
final burial rites for their son. My suspension letter was waiting for me on my
table when I got to the hospital. I had expected it but not this soon. I picked
the letter and made my way to the administrative block where the meeting was
going to be held. Chief was already present and so were the heads of various
units including Dr Biola and the hospital’s lawyer. I avoided their stares and
sat down on one of the empty chairs. Not long after I sat down, the parents of
Fatai and their lawyer made their entrance. The meeting commenced without any
hitch, both parties presenting their cases. Everything was going smoothly until
Fatai’s mother Mrs Mogaji asked of the doctor in charge of her son. I flinched.
She came towards me, her eyes bloodshot but daring. She looked me up and down.
“So it is you eh, the one who killed my
son.” She snorted. Just look at yourself, you probably don’t know what it means
to carry a child for nine months, a child who suckled your breastsand then you
lose him at only two years due to your carelessness.”
“I am sorry ma, it wasn’t my fault.” I
blurted out without even thinking.
“So whose fault is it eh young woman? Whose
fault is it? Accept the fact that you killed him. You are a murderer. You will
pay for this. You must pay.” By this time, she had come very close to me and
was pulling my shirt rather aggressively. The tears flowed freely down her face
marring her make-up.
“Baba Fatai, she must pay for this. They will pay for
this. I must avenge the death of my son. You cannot let them get away with
this. You are not fit to be a doctor.” She finally spat at me before her husband
pulled her away and sat her down whispering some words to her. The tension in
the room rose. I could feel the eyes of every other person on me. After some
moments of deafening silence, Mr Mogaji cleared his throat. “It is obvious that
this meeting cannot continue any longer because the presence of the young
doctor is affecting my wife and we have to head to our home-town now to
conclude the burial rites for our son. We will let you know when next we are
coming to the hospital through our lawyer but one thing is sure, the person or
persons responsible for the death of my son must be punished. Good day
gentlemen.” And with that he left with his wife and the lawyer, a stocky black
man trailing at their back but not without a cocky glance at me. Chief asked me
to meet with him and the lawyer in his office. Two hours were spent discussing
the way forward, involving the security and the police in the investigation.
The lawyer suggested I should not let out anything to the public as the press
had been hovering around the hospital premises. The Mogajis were a very wealthy
and prominent family in the society so it was big news that his only son from
his third wife had died in the hospital mysteriously. I was about entering my
car when my phone alerted me of a message.
“Do not think it is going to be easy
for you. This is just the beginning.” I checked the details of the message. It
was sent by a short code 5000. This may just be a prank message from one of all
those people looking for money online. I did not give it much thought but then
another thought crossed my mind. What if the sender knew something about the
death of the children?. I put the thought at the back of my mind and decided to
call Ray. He picked on the first ring.
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
“I am fine Ray. How is work?” I enquired.
“Boring. I can’t wait to go home. Are you
still at the hospital? How did the meeting go?”
I narrated everything except the strange
message. He sighed deeply at the other end. He made me promise him to be very
careful. We talked for about fifteen minutes with him feeding me bits on Naeto,
the boring meeting and not forgetting the interview he had with a young
prospective assistant just coming out of her teens who kept flashing her
cleavage at him throughout the interview. I laughed picturing the scene and how
Ray must have been disgusted. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
That evening, we were in the sitting room
relaxing over a bowl of pop-corn and coca-cola when I told the girls about the
incident at the hospital and also about the possible promotion to the head of pediatrics
when chief retires. We immediately went to work. The girls suspected that it
was possible the malice started from there. Amina asked me to make a list of
all the personnel working at the pediatrics unit. I got my laptop from my room
and logged onto the hospital’s website. We got the names numbering about one
hundred ranging from the surgeons to the physicians, nurses, cleaners and the
rest of the other workers. We set the task of ticking out unsuspected names until we were left with twenty possible names. Preye
turned to me. “Kaine, you said you got a strange message on your phone?” I
nodded.
“Can you give it to me?” I picked my phone
from the center table and gave it to her looking at her confusedly.
“Stop looking at me like that. I won’t eat
it okay.” She said and went upstairs. Fifteen minutes later she was back with
my phone.
“Kaine, who is Stephanie?”