I just left my laptop on the bed after publishing an article about the
uncompleted road construction in Ikwerre road and went to get my self a
glass of juice to calm my peplexed mind,I felt weary,a little bit
anyways,I must be worrying about the
countless criminalities that kept re-occuring in that area due to the bad road,one could barely escape armed robbery,if perhaps the person manages to escape,the person will have to give testimonies in the church but i know they will not say exactly the way it happened just to allow people pay them a visit after church and console them for their properties that was taken from them.
countless criminalities that kept re-occuring in that area due to the bad road,one could barely escape armed robbery,if perhaps the person manages to escape,the person will have to give testimonies in the church but i know they will not say exactly the way it happened just to allow people pay them a visit after church and console them for their properties that was taken from them.
I was really bordered about the recent activities of rape that kept
re-occuring in that area,especially the rape incident between a 15yrs
old girl and a police man,i was amazed it was actually a
policeman,someone who is supposed to secure lives,at first i had asked
myself what the world was turning to,the fact that it wasnt an armed
robber that raped that girl i admitted the country was no longer safe
for naive young girls,the girl had just gone to sell him bread,and he
raped her brutally,leaving the poor girl hospitalized for days in UPTH.
It was as if the juice tasted different when i tested it the second
time,and just when I was about tolift the glass into my lips my phone
rang,i was too lazy to look at who was calling and activated the
recievers button sluggishly lifting the phone to my ear,the background
of the call was silent when i said 'hello' but i started hearing a small
feminine voice that sounded like her mum,i quickly glanced at my phone
screen it was an unknown number,for a second i regretted deactivating my
true caller app.i managed to say hello one more time and luckily the
voice sounded a little bit audible but still c racked down,
"How are you my daughter?? " the voice came with small cranks and then i
knew straight up it was my mum,but something had gone wrong if not she
wont call,she only called when there was a problem or to congratulate me
on something,and the last time i recieved a congratulatory message from
her was some weeks ago when i finally got a call for my Masters Degree
in America,and ever since i never got another call,not even a flash call
that escaped her phone,none at all.
"Am fine mum,whats the problem this time,what has my Dad done now??
which offence did he commit?" I said,waiting for her response that took 3
slipperly seconds to come by,
"your father..."sshe paused,probably choked in Emotions,"He had a heart
attack and has refused to under medical treatment,he is always
clutching his big bible arround his chest saying he would live through
it by the grace of God!" she cried out,
At first it sounded funny,my Dad has never been that religous,he has
never had time to go to church and now he is with a bible pressed to his
chest? the last time i spoke with my dad on why he did not want to
visit the hospital,he plainly told me he hated Doctors because they
never gave him a straight report,this moment they give you hope the next
moment they crush it simply because something happened,he reffered to
Doctors as careless set of people infact he hated that name,HOSPITAL so
much that he feels its a hope for Dead Bodies.
"Is that why you are crying?" I said,not believing I actually said
that,i bite my lips waiting for her to hurl harsh words at me as
usual,but to my surprise she was calm,she calmly told me to come and
speak to my father,talk him into undergoing treatment,"I dont want to be
a widow at this Age oo!!" was what she said at the end of every
sentenced,i was even counting the number of times she said so,untill i
replied,"Ngwa let me freshen up am coming",I am sure she is satisfied
with my reply as i ended the call,her voice kept replaying in my head
even as i went to freshen up,i need to be snappy,I knew i needed to,and
before i left,I left a note fo Jade stating down where I kept his
food,pprobably in the microwaves,I knew he knew it aswell,but I just
wanted to act up wifey like those white couples on Tv,I locked the
house,for sure Jade had a spare key and went away in Corolla,I was going
home,to talk to my Dad,I laughed.
by Joel Hechimenum Williams