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Peter dropped them at the hospital. He didn’t have to open the door for them as he had when they had first gotten to the house. They got out of the car and he had to run to catch up with them. Peter looked haggard. His hair was uncombed, and the stubble on his chin…
Femi’s father turned to leave Bimbo’s private hospital room. She was asleep when he came to check how she was doing. “Can you please call me when she is awake?” he asked a nurse on duty. “The patient in room 5?”
Sandra came out of the station then. She looked at Mr Adegoke and shook her head. She didn’t believe all that she had been told by the police. “Your persuasive skills are great sir,” She told him and left, Bimbo’s phone in her hands.
Femi and Sandra sat together in the waiting room, cold and comfortless. They looked constantly towards the emergency room where Bimbo was wheeled into. Sandra’s phone beeped and she picked the incoming call. She stood from her seat and walked farther away from the waiting area.
Femi woke up earlier than usual and left for the police station. He was disappointed as he couldn’t see his father yet. It was too early in the morning. He went straight to work to face his query. Just like he expected, he was summoned by the manager. He sighed deeply on getting to the…
“I’m not here for any ritual. I’m here for something different,” the man said in his calm voice. His thick voice had to be censored so as not to pass the wrong message. His son, the direct opposite in that aspect, had no trouble trying to sound calm. “Stop pretending Step-daddy. I’ve talked to your…
Bimbo opened her eyes quickly. The knock came rapidly again. Bimbo was already up on her feet. Her hands now seemed to have a mind of their own – they vibrated seriously. “If this man gets in here, he’s not going to kill only me, he’ll do the same to you. Do you have anyone…
“Who are you? Why are you here? Are you the one he sent to kill me?” Bimbo asked, teary-eyed. “No, Bimbo.” The Holy Spirit sent me here. Even I don’t understand why I’m here.”
With no more questions and answers from either of them, Sandra had to leave. The burden had been shared and halved. Sandra walked sadly to the church to join her parents with a lot of questions on her mind. She now had a reason to go to church. Bimbo sat in the same position till…
“Sister Bimbo,” he called, before realizing that he didn’t know what appropriate prefix to add to her name. “Sister Bimbo,” he called again. He placed his ear on the door to listen to whatever she had to say. All he heard was the loud song.
