Inside the big rushing ambulance all the first aid formulas were applied right up to cardiac massage. The succor team was working earnestly to bring back the boy to breathing again. Despite every endeavors Junior`s condition was clearly worsening. Scaring both the succor team and the boy`s parents.
It was painful. Jane could not hold it, neither could her husband. No parents could admit this. None, in Jesus’s name. It was less than thirty minutes ago. Junior who was playing and shouting with life and gaiety now lying in a lifeless state. An inadmissible truth; how life could just metamorphose with a click. This, in revealing how we were just some toy soldier in God`s hand.
They arrived the hospital without Junior still showing any sign of life. He was immediately transported to the emergency ward. There, another intervention team was already set to receive him. The doctors were already informed about the case before their arrival. Being the same hospital he had been doing his treatment for the previous years. It was very easy to enter in contact with his medical report. In the heated ambiance, his parents were asked to stay aside as the intervention team had to concentrate on him.
A nurse came and asked them to go and wait at the reception sector. That all was under control as his reanimation was in process. And the specialized doctors were already working on him. But it was hard to convince his parents who saw their child in coma despite all efforts as the ambulance drove to the hospital.
Soon Franck`s parents and siblings arrived with Dorothy who was in their house with them. She had made sure the whole family alerted of the recent occurring. They went and held Franck tight and Jane, in consolation mood. Jane burst into cry again as she saw Franck’s parents and siblings Jessica and Dorothy.
“What actually happened Franck?”
In deep emotional tears his father questioned. Since Dorothy had explained to them a bit about the scene already.
“Honestly dad,"
Deeply confused,
"It happened so fast that I could not control anything. I received a called from an anonymous line or masked number claiming to be Simolen from Canada. In the course of talking, my line started dying off. I rushed to the sub road beside the house not knowing Junior was following me. That`s where he was knocked by a passer-by bike on speed.”
Franck tries to narrate the ordeal.
Just then the doctor came out to meet them looking very tired and disturbed. Jane upon seeing him rose up from where she was with Jessica and Dorothy. She faced him.
“Doctor. Doctor please tell me my son is back to life.”
She precipitated in inquiring from the doctor. In a desperate motherly mood.
“Calm down ma`am, I beg you. Your son has regained life."
The doctor pleaded and continued,
"The shock on the head was enormous which caused internal bleeding. We succeeded in handling that and he has started breathing again. But I must let you guys know that he has not regained conscience yet. He`s in a comatose state and still under intensive medical care.”
The doctor explained to all the members of the family.
“But doctor, my grandson has been a patient all through his life. He has been living and partly living for all these years. Are we to await any infirmity from this shock?” Mr. Dubila spoke enquiring from the doctor.
“I`m sorry sir, as I said, your grandson is still under intensive care. We`re trying to pull him out of the coma first. We have conducted several tests already. The result will give us the way forward.” The doctor made it explicit again.
“Excuse me doctor, can I see my son?” Franck interjected and requested of the doctor.
“Well, just two persons for now. The child needs absolute calm. He needs a lot of rest.” The doctor told him.
“I think you should go in with your wife Frank.” His father advised. After all, they were the direct parents and deserved that honor.
“Be strong children. It shall be well.” Franck`s mother told them embracing them both at once.
As Jane and Franck entered the room where their son was lying. Their hearts missed a beat. Junior was unrecognizable. Jane started crying again. She sobbed quietly following the Doctor’s advice .
Anthony was placed under a breathing machine a mechanical ventilator. The ventilator assists to blow air into the lungs, helping to maintain proper levels of oxygen in the blood.
Franck watched his son on the bed lying in a heap under the sheets. Tears trickled down his cheeks. A man in pains. There was no doubt about that.
Jane held her son`s hand and murmured, “Why Junior? Why my son? Why didn`t you remain with me in the kitchen? Why? Why lord, as if I had not suffered child issues enough, here`s another big pain to my soul again.” Jane in her words expressed her deepest pain and regret. Just then, Franck who was standing beside her, touched her shoulder in sign of comfort. She stood up abruptly and stared at her husband with hate and reacted.
“All these is your fault Franck! Do you hear me? Let my son not die in this hospital; honestly I’m warning you.” Jane burst out with threats towards her husband, most visibly over affected by her son`s accident.
“Hey, watch your tongue woman before I kick your ass. Don`t talk to me like that. Rubbish” Franck quickly developed anger in his stomach. “…what do I stand to gain seeing my own son dead Hein? Please tell me. You better watch the way you talk to me before I double spank you! Trash.” Franck`s reaction grew clear that the situation of their son was really a heavy pain in their necks. The couple were never known to fight amongst themselves neither in private nor in public. This face to face was new and from the look of things should not even develop. Since they were looking at themselves like cats ready to devour each other.
Just then the nurse entered the room and asked them to go out. She needed not be told, tension was in the room seeing their face to face barbarous look towards each other. The nurse emphasized that the boy needed to recover in total silence. They obeyed and returned to the reception corner. Each avoiding the other. The whole family was in doldrums. By then Jane`s parents the Banadzems and his junior brother Marco were already there to sympathize with them. As well as, Franck’s close friends James and Mathew. Vekov was nowhere to be seen.
It was all emotions and overwhelming frustrations. Everyone close to them were there like in happiness and pains. They were there as one big family. Just as they were all there to celebrate the previous day. Suddenly, Franck’s father came to him.
“Son, can I talk to you in private please.”
His father suggested. Dragging him to another edge of the hospital.
“Yes dad what`s it again?”
Franck questioned looking nervous. And a little bit lost to himself due to the shock of the accident.
“It`s going to be fine son, I assure you. You mentioned earlier that you received a called from your brother Simolen from Canada some couple of hours ago?
He asked again.
“Yes dad, from a private number. Claiming his phone had issues. That he had to call through another media. And most bizarrely, he was asking me money.”
Franck explained to his father in detail.
“That`s weird. I have just spoken with your brother. Who titles he wasn`t the one that called you, son. It wasn`t him.” Mr. Celestine Dubila informed his son.
“What!” Angered the more, confused and thorn to himself upon hearing that. “What have you just said dad? That it wasn`t Simolen? Who was it then and why? Jesus. My baby is dying because of a prank?” Franck couldn`t believe his ears nor could he perceive it.
“Just stay calm son. Concentrate on the convalescence of your child. I am going to be by you. Even if it demands evacuating the child abroad, it`s okay by me son.”
His father reassured him.
“Okay dad.”
He accepted with a re-comforted mind. But at the same time very disturbed with this breaking news.
This was a piece of information that was about to change the whole face of the issue. It was a capital information. “What was happening in Jesus’s name?” He questioned himself. Who was it and why? To his greatest knowledge he owed nobody anything nor was he in a difference of opinion with anyone.
All became weird and very disturbing at the same time. His son was caught in the middle of this and was already in a state of dying. All because of some buffoonery. This to him was beyond a joke and he was bound to go to the bottom of all these. Things were too unclear to his mind. And maybe other things may be hiding underneath.
As he sat in the middle of his friends and family. He tried as hard as possible to play cool. A pretty hard drama. Accepting their soft words of support and warmness. They were good people.
As night fell their parents and friends started leaving one by one to their various houses. Their hearts were full with grief over Junior’s situation. Junior was with them some hours ago, full of life. Then of a sudden, he`s already off with practically all symptoms of not coming out from it. This was really painful, because, for them, Franck and Jane did not deserve this. Not after all what they have gone through in the previous years due to Junior`s health. It was not fair. But nature`s ways were not necessary our ways.
It was day two of Junior`s stay in the hospital. Dorothy returned to stay in her brother`s house. This is to assure all was in good order during their painful absences. Jane and Franck took care of the day-care in the hospital beside their son. With hope that any moment the doctor would come and tell them that their son was already awake. A hope that was more than anything to them, their family and well-wishers. They could give anything so that all should become normal again. Yet the only thing they had was just hope and a miracle to happen. Vekov arrived at the hospital that morning. Looking very nervous and disturbed. Probably hit by what had just occurred to his beloved godson-Anthony. He entered the main door where he saw Jane and Franck sitting helplessly on one of the hospital public seats. He went straight to meet them in all due humility like good soul with fellow friends. “J
As Franck, Vekov and Jane make their way out of the hospital. They were met with two cops from the police brigade. They were sent by their captain to meet Franck and also to investigate the situation of the child. They were already at the accident scene and were still in the keeping of the bike rider who knocked Anthony down. Investigations had started and they wanted Franck to give his statement about what actually happened at the scene. “Mr. Franck Dubila. I am agent Michael and this is agent Lisa.” The cop introduced himself and female colleague. “Greetings agents. How can I be of help to you guys?” Franck greeted and acted gently. “We`re from the central police station of Makepeville. We would like you to also give us
By 2pm both men arrived the police station as it was arranged. It was the main police center of the city and served as the judiciary police. The captain of the station was regarded with a lot of respect since many judged him clean due to his plurality in handling criminal affairs. He had the reputation of making things transparent and clean. He fought with all his might the spirit of corruption. Thereby contributing to the good image of Makepeville. Franck and Vekov were welcomed by agent Michael and agent Lisa. The two inspectors of police that earlier visited them at the hospital for questioning. Vekov in his faithfulness kept by Franck’s side to assure he wasn`t all alone in this tough moment. As they were made to sit. Agent Michael started questioning Franck on what really happened. “Mr. Dubila. We would like you to give us a clear narrative of what happened, leading to the accident of y
Days went by and Junior was still in his comatose state. Symptoms of hope were still as far as wide. The doctor had advised that they need not be there the whole day beside the kid. The hospital was well equipped enough with qualified nurses to take care of his situation. And if there was any updates, the family would be immediately informed. Though it was kind of hard for the Dubila family. Jane had completely forgotten that she runs her own mini-supermarket. She was the type of woman who wanted to have her own financial freedom. Being married to a very comprehensive man. It was much easier for her to have funds and placement to impose her own savoir-faire in Makepeville. She was a happy woman apart her child`s persistent health dooms. Cracking and twisting the walls of their calamity. Now that her son was again in malady, she had to confine all the running to her immediate assistant who was also an emplo
The Dubila`s mansion was a come-and-see. One of the finest homes in the city. As it was in the outskirt of the busy city. Placed in a flowery vegetation section. A small paradise on earth. An inspiration from the love of cultivation and nature`s odor. Mr. Celestine Dubila the patriarch and the wife and matriarch Rosaline have always wanted to elevate their children in the best way ever. Being from the Nso heritage; their earlier marital lives weren`t of glorious type even though the matriarch was from a well fed background. They had the challenge to build their own empire. So they vowed they would ever do everything within their rich so that their children should have the best of it in life. They wanted it from their own handwork. Soon things started manifesting as they will, their family act took to reality. They became the seigniors of soil cultivation for food stuffs like beans, maize, groundnuts, veget
After his hot tête-à-tête with his recalcitrant sister, Franck returned to his parents with whom he spent some time. Then left for the hospital still over shadowed by the anger of everything that was plaguing his life. While in his car, he called Dorothy. “Hello Lil sis. How are you coping with office matters?” He enquired knowing the whole weight of the management was on his head. But still trusting his sister due to her smartness. “All is fine big bro, just clients who wished meeting you individually. Guess most of whom you`ve started the deal already. But it`s okay. I have brief them on the difficulties you were going through. So it was easy to take things from there with them. And I hope all is going good lane.” Dorothy gave him a summary of all that was transpiring in the
When they got home that day. They were all broken in spirit but strong. A routine each time when they go and see their son in that drastic situation. But this time Franck grew very emotional and wild within himself. Away a bit barbaric in spirit. After some rest Jane left to her business place. Since the incident, she has not gone to her shop. She was always briefed on the trading tendencies. Quite true she had built her business to suit her absence. This, by not pulling all the management and decision strings to herself. The manager could sign the checks when she gave orders. Or when she dimmed it necessary that an action can be taken for the benefit of the enterprise. Her assistant could also assure all the products are replaced and well account for. Jane took to the option of division of labor. The businesses were working in a broad base lane. Reasons being that Jane could profit to be by her son in this times of trial. This is
By the fall of that same day, Franck was already at Ground3, where he was set for any eventuality. He was sound and ready nor matter the risk involved; it was a “do” or die thing, being better to die for some true than to languished in lies adhesion. It was a normal evening as he was dressed all in black. In a black T-shirt, a zip opened pullover with an attached cap behind and a jean trouser all in slim mode. He looked sexy and very dangerous. He picked a black sport shoe to accompany his dressing. He was in an untold combat spirit. When Diego arrived Franck saw he was carrying the consignment. Diego handed a big envelope and the bag he was having to him. “Everything you asked for is in this bag.” Diego assured and continued, “The address, the names and pi
In another boisterous spirit all became bright again. Three days later Junior was discharged after all medical examination were re-conducted. He was in a bouncing health mood as if his coma made him go for healing in another world. Though physically weak as a result of many days of lying down. The whole family had visited him during this time. His cousins were very happy seeing their own cousin back to life because without him their circle was incomplete. There was joy and hope again between the two families. That of Jane and her husband`s. The baby boy of the home was back. His grandparents decided to hire a house help only for him. Who was going to answer to all his caprices. For them he had been away for a lifetime and deserved all forms of honor. After all grandpa had given him the name ‘Lord Anthony’ . His room was well decorat
It was six am when Jane`s cell phone rang. She was still lying beside her husband who came back late without her noticing. She turned and looked at him before managing to get up and go to the room`s table where her phone was. She answered it. “Allo. Mrs. Dubila on the phone.” Feeling very weak from the sleep effect. The caller went forth to speak. “It`s the hospital Ma`am. And we would like to confirm again if you`re truly the one.” Upon hearing that, she got frighten as if the worst had just happened, “Yes, please, I am the one.” Her desire to know more instantaneously grew. As he continues, “Please go ahead and let me know what`s happening?” As fear took over her body. Franck hearing that the hospital was the one on th
It was pretty going quick. Franck cruised towards the direction of Mountain Hill hotel. He had nothing in his mind than to end this nonsense once and for all. He was bound to finish the job this evening. Even if he had to pay the heavy price which was death upon himself. Mountain Hill hotel was his last bus stop and he knew it. There was no room for errors at this stage of the things. He had already prepared himself psychologically. Only God could judge him on his actions. He was just an angry and frustrated father trying to put things to order in his life. Before the worst could befall his entire family from every angle. Mountain Hill hotel was made up of sparky lights decorated with Christmas-like display on the front yards; giving the hotel a technical seduction and scintillations. The reception was also a very important part for the hotel as a high gear protocol could be
Forty minutes after, they were in Brando`s house. They were precisely at the garage sector. Frank was tied on a chair. He hadn`t regained consciousness yet; lacking awareness and the capacity for sensory perception as if asleep or dead. Brando was standing and looking at him as his remaining and savior bodyguard was standing behind him. In a temper of waiting for the next order. Franck finally took to consciousness. He looked left and right, then quickly understood he has been taken captive. He was in the hands of Brando whom he had wanted to capture for facts finding. This was so bad for him. Brando stood still without saying a word, turned and looked at his bodyguard and made a sign with his right had. Showing he should go ahead. The latter went to where Franck was sitting; stretched his left hand and held Franck`s jacket with power and drew him closer to him. Then gave him a series of punches on the face. Leaving Franck to fall
It was a cruel and gloomy night. Franck left Madame Ugochi`s perimeter quickly he could. Cruising fast to the boogie corner of Makepeville. Big Tower lights, and most expensive nightclubs all were left behind by Emeka. Once again in his mind, he knew he had wasted human lives. Two people dead due to their greed. In the act of reaping from where they did not sow. Easy acquisition of money mindless who`s in front. In what might be termed as indiscriminate scamming. A raw face of the human wickedness. Indiscriminate scammers are the cruelest and most diabolic pranksters. People with no remorse. Who`re always on the run and lonely. The most heartless in the industry who won`t hesitate to begin their evilness. For them every creature is a potential prey, be it a neighbor, a friend, a tribe`s person, a relative, a fellow citizen or a foreigner, all of them are the same
Franck arrived at the spot twenty five minutes after separating from Diego. The area was a vast pace with very few houses around. He has never been in this neighborhood before. But knew of its existence. The place was a kind of hidden area to be straight in description. A pauperization zone. Being born and bred in Makepeville, every corner in that city Franck had an idea of or had passed there once in his lifetime. He looked for a more discrete corner. Voided of nuisance and quick alert signals. To where it was having a bird view of Madame Ugochi front house. Franck in his stratagem gave a distance of about two hundred meters. Left his driver sit for the long sit behind. After collecting and mounting his sniper rifle from where it was at the back boot. His jeep car was kind of smoked and by the fall of the day you could hardly see any person within. From his vantage position,
The day was gone. Franck arrived home safely when Jane had not yet returned. It was about 5:30pm. He was very satisfied with the time he had just spent with his true friends. Talking with his brother abroad. And the divine disclosure which they`ve just had through his wife which was also a soul healing. All these in one day, it was a bit of relief considering what they were going through. Well, there was no doubt about it, if it was the divine intention then guess it had yielded it fruit grandiosely. He sat on the couch in his house taking another glass of wine. Thinking of the way forward. Then he removed the contact card that madam V-Boot of ‘Naija Plates’ had given him. He kept an eye on the piece of card for about five minutes. Then left for the store room where the computers and the things he took from Spiritus’s domiciliate were. He took out the laptop, put it on and scrolled to pictures sect
After parking their car at a nice spot, Franck Dubila and his team of two entered in a seductive restaurant called ‘Naija Plates’. When they got in, they were received by a sales mate who showed them the way in and where to sit. As in appreciatory mood he concocted. “You`re welcome to ‘Naija plates’ my Ogas (Nigerian expression of Sir, elder, respect; for males appellations only). On our list we have gari and okro soup, pounded yam and egusi soup, Water-fufu and ogbono soup and lastly rice and stew. All cooked in the pure Nigerian style.” The guys all looked at themselves then laughed mockingly. As to say, ‘What was all that?’ It was their first time from their novice attitude. “Well guys, let everyone give himself a chance to discover.” While looking at them in a foxy manner. Then in a boyish style to
It was a journey of about three kilometers. As Franck was driving with his friends, he recognized. “Guys I must admit that it`s been very long. So how is business going on?” he asked. James took the lead. “Well everything is going fine. We have just been worried about you and Jane.” Mathew followed. “True brother. I had not stopped wondering what`s really going on. It`s really hard you know.” Looking at Franck in sympathy as he cruised them along towards Church Avenue. “Seriously bro, this issue had not stopped boiling my stomach. We really want Anthony back. We want your immediate family back. And without Junior, the nuclear circle will be incomplete.” He shared his sincere feeling with him. “I do take account of everything. You guys have really been honeybunches both ph