My Two Lost Brothers.

2Samuel13… If you enjoy Bible stories re-written

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*****TODAY*****

I wipe the tears from my face the up tenth time, willing my nose to stop running as the priest recites some verses. My tears are multifaceted and multifactorial; my dead brother, my distraught father and my missing brother. I am angry at him too; for dying, for making me miserable, for breaking my trust… For changing my life.

*****TWO YEARS AGO*****

Non, as we fondly called him was just too playful. Aided and abetted by Jona, his mischievous, close to good for nothing friend, he pulled all sorts of pranks on people. Jona… (God, that guy is freaking annoying) was too smart for the foolishness he displayed from time to time. His influence on Non; incomparable! They were original big boys, wrecking havoc as often as they made us laugh.

Salom, my other brother, handsome and tall, was more serious and quiet. Every lady had a crush on…

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My Two Lost Brothers.

*****TODAY*****

I wipe the tears from my face the umpteenth time, willing my nose to stop running as the priest recites some verses. My tears are multifaceted and multifactorial; my dead brother, my distraught father and my missing brother. I am angry at him too; for dying, for making me miserable, for breaking my trust… For changing my life.

*****TWO YEARS AGO*****

Non, as we fondly called him was just too playful. Aided and abetted by Jona, his mischievous, close to good for nothing friend, he pulled all sorts of pranks on people. Jona… (God, that guy is freaking annoying) was too smart for the foolishness he displayed from time to time. His influence on Non; incomparable! They were original big boys, wrecking havoc as often as they made us laugh.

Salom, my other brother, handsome and tall, was more serious and quiet. Every lady had a crush on him. He was focused, determined to make his own money so he does not have to depend on father’s wealth, even though he is a prince. Salom rarely spent time with us but I knew I was his favorite. He got me more jewellery than the other princesses and was not bothered when I went on and on about my crushes.

Everything was going fine until Non started acting weird. He wanted more time with me… Alone. He wanted more tight hugs and I caught him staring at me, especially at my cleavage, often. Yes, he was my brother, I just didn’t feel comfortable. I told Salom about it and he told me not to worry seeing as we all knew how mischievous and playful Non could be. I agreed with Salom but I still took caution anytime I was near Non.

One day, father, the king, summoned me to the palace. I was to go take care of Non. Apparently, he had been ill and indoors for days. I felt bad that I hadn’t bothered to check on him even though I hadn’t been seeing him around. I decided to go cheer him up the best I could and even bake him a cake. I had recently discovered a new and exciting recipe.

I put on my special gown; white and flowing. It had this calming effect on me. I was hoping it would help Non get better too.

Getting to his place, there were many servants scurrying around. I could imagine the order the king had given them to ensure his son is nursed back to health. For a moment, I wondered, “why am I here too? Well, blood is thicker than water. I am sure having family around is going to do much more than whatever soups and sauces they could get together.”

“Tami, I’m so glad you’re here now.”

Non was propped up in his bed, not looking so sick and I was glad. He must be getting better, I thought.

“Sorry I didn’t come earlier, I did not know. How do you feel now?”

“Better. I’m sure with your coming over, I’d get well completely.”

I smiled and told him I’d be in the kitchen. With the help of the servants, I baked the cake quite fast. I also made his favorite soup with little chunks of chicken. It was going to be a mini feast for him.

“Non, it’s food time. I’m sure you won’t refuse the drugs after this feast.”

He smiled, a half toothed smile.

“Christina, you and the other servants can leave now. I’m sure Tami can take care of me for now.”

Christina bowed and left. I’m sure I saw relief on her face.

“Tami… Come over here.” He tapped the space beside him on the bed.

I made to bring along the tray of food but he shook his head, “leave the food for now. I’m just glad you’re here.”

There was a look in his eye; creepy and glazed over sort of. Probably because of his fever, the only clothing on him was the bed sheet pulled up to his chest.

Mother’s words echoed in my head, “as much as possible, don’t be alone with any guy behind closed doors.”

“Tami!!! Get here now!”

He was angry and now, I was really scared.

“Non…”, My voice was quavering, ” let’s go and eat in the dining. I don’t like it here.”

I made for the door but he was off the bed in an instant, blocking my path to the door with his nude body.

I averted my eyes, knowing for sure I had made a mistake coming to his house.

“Tami, I want you. I have always wanted you. But, of course, you’re my sister. No one would listen to me. Well, except Jona. He told me to pretend I was sick and then request our father to send you over.”

He laughed a dry and wicked laugh, putting his arms around my waist.

“Non, please. If you want to marry me, all you have to do is tell father. I’m sure he would bless us. This is not the way, please.”

He shoved me on his bed, seemingly enjoying the fear in my eyes as I tried to scramble away from him. My long white dress was not helping matters at all. I was crying, begging, hoping he would come to his senses. It was lost hope though, the lust in his eyes was raw and fiery.

My 21year old body was too young and weak to resist him. He raped me.

After his last thrust, spilling his seed on my thighs, I knew the storm was not over. He looked at me, at my tangled gown and tussled hair, “Get up, get out!”

Whatever he had for me before had transformed to anger and hatred.

“Non…” My tears and weak voice probably made him angrier.

He slapped me hard, “I said get out! I’m done with you!”

I ran out. My crying turned to wailing as I ran to Salom’s house. I ripped my gown in two as I fell in front of his door. The royal gown meant for royal virgins…

“Tami, what happened to you?”

“Non… Non…I…”

He hugged me and took me into one of his rooms. He said nothing about Non. I knew he understood all that had happened. But he said nothing.

*****TODAY*****
I’m at Non’s burial.

Salom waited, he made plans, he never showed his anger or intentions towards Non. He killed him, in cold blood, in public, at a party, in the presence of the other princes.

I’m not sure my tears would ever stop.

I’ve lost two brothers. One to death, the other to the unknown.

If I Owe Him…

When does the ‘IOU’ card go wrong? Or when can it be discarded?

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I am very uncomfortable owing anyone anything. I do not like people owing me either but i would take that ten times over owing anyone.

But i owe Nifemi my life. I have been told many times that he was just in the right place at the right time through God’s arrangement. So, i owe God, not him. But, they don’t understand.

There were 18 of us in that bus, travelling from Lagos to Abeokuta. It was not supposed to be a long journey but our driver was an old Aboki who loved his family more than anything.

I sat in the passenger’s seat and had to listen to him talk about his family non stop.

He was about telling me the ‘timetable’ for sexual intercourse with his three wives when a delivery truck hit our bus from behind. I remember Ismahil, the Aboki, chanting Islamic prayers while trying to…

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If I Owe Him…

I am very uncomfortable owing anyone anything. I do not like people owing me either but i would take that ten times over owing anyone.

But i owe Nifemi my life. I have been told many times that he was just in the right place at the right time through God’s arrangement. So, i owe God, not him. But, they don’t understand.

There were 18 of us in that bus, travelling from Lagos to Abeokuta. It was not supposed to be a long journey but our driver was an old Aboki who loved his family more than anything.

I sat in the passenger’s seat and had to listen to him talk about his family non stop.

He was about telling me the ‘timetable’ for sexual intercourse with his three wives when a delivery truck hit our bus from behind. I remember Ismahil, the Aboki, chanting Islamic prayers while trying to get the bus back in control. Previously sleeping passengers were wide awake with multiple prayers being offered.

A baby started crying. I could not compose myself well enough to pray.

The next hit, this time from my side of the bus, shocked most of the passengers into immediate death. I was thrown out of the bus. Or was it carried out? I woke up to find myself with no visible bodily injuries.

I walked back towards the upturned bus, trying to check for any other passenger who was alive or looked alive. Ismahil was alive, unconscious though and with a broken leg.

I found another man, in better shape, who followed me back to the road to wave down cars.

Nifemi’s car was the fourth car we flagged down. He had not stopped at first. I wonder why he reversed.

He came down to where the bus had crashed, noting those who were dead and those with injuries. He called some people and soon enough, we had ambulances.

I was running back and forth, trying to help with moving the injured passengers, when i suddenly collapsed.

At the hospital; Internal bleeding from a ruptured spleen. I had an emergency splenectomy and blood transfusion.

By the time i woke up, Nifemi had gone. He had called my parents and paid my hospital bills before leaving.

I got a call from him two weeks after i was discharged. Long story short, we started dating.

He was eager to get married and start a family. At 35years, with a successful company, all that was left was a wife.

I was not as eager. At 25years, with a boring routine job, i wanted more out of life before getting married.

This issue was a constant source of argument between us. Some of those arguments got really heated. Eventually, we agreed to wait for 18months. A wedding date was set.

Three months to the set date, i got a message from him;

“Sayo, i am now married. Jumoke was more ready for marriage than you are. I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on life. Be free, enjoy! I am really sorry.”

Stunned does not capture how i felt. Just so i would not think my phone was playing tricks on me, their wedding pictures suddenly started popping up everywhere. Hurt. Dismayed. Disappointed. I picked up my life and moved on. Two years on, i got married to Adedayo.

*****

Two days ago, three years after Nifemi’s stunt, i got a message from him.

“Sayo, i know i hurt you. I heard about your marriage to Adedayo. How are the twins? I am so glad it all turned out well with you. I do not know if you ever forgave me but i hope you did… Because i need your help. The doctors have concluded that Jumoke is not fit to carry a pregnancy. She almost lost her life twice trying to do so. We were given surrogacy as an option. In all sincerity, Sayo, you are the first person that crossed my mind. Please, help us.”

*****

What should i do?

He hurt me, but he first saved me… I feel i owe him.

My Father-in-law to be

Someone needs your advice…

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I remember how I met him… My love.

“My name is Toritoluwalope Adeniyi and I know your name is Abeke, walk with me please…”

His smile was irresistible and I needed a break from the party anyway. It was a mini weekend party by one of the doctors in the state hospital where I worked as a nurse. Tolu, being his friend had brought drinks and decided to stay back to enjoy the party for a while.

“I have to leave now. Thank you for a nice evening. And for your phone number. I promise to call you.”

He kept his promise.

We have been together for five months now. It has not been easy what with his position as Sales manager at the Juicee industry. He has to travel a lot and is never in a certain location for too long. I have to balance my shifts at the…

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My Father-in-law to be

I remember how I met him… My love.

“My name is Toritoluwalope Adeniyi and I know your name is Abeke, walk with me please…”

His smile was irresistible and I needed a break from the party anyway. It was a mini weekend party by one of the doctors in the state hospital where I worked as a nurse. Tolu, being his friend had brought drinks and decided to stay back to enjoy the party for a while.

“I have to leave now. Thank you for a nice evening. And for your phone number. I promise to call you.”

He kept his promise.

We have been together for five months now. It has not been easy what with his position as Sales manager at the Juicee industry. He has to travel a lot and is never in a certain location for too long. I have to balance my shifts at the hospital with my online shop and keep up with him. He coincidentally met my parents two months after we started dating. It was not planned but i was glad it happened. My mother was overjoyed; her desire for grandchildren was closer to being fulfilled. Being the first child and daughter, I am to bear the ‘burden’ of fulfilling her desire first.

Tolu on the other hand is the last born. He has three married elder sisters with kids and his mother is in no hurry to have her ‘baby boy’ get married.

The drive to their family house is filled with my anxious questions about what his parents expect of me.

“Beke, my parents don’t bite. Mum is a sweetheart and dad is everyone’s best friend. Relax, you’d be good.”

And he is right. They welcome me genuinely. His parents look so in love, with their matching ankara. His mum does not look at all like she gave birth to the four adults she calls her children. Her smile is warm and her loud laughs are contagious.

His dad though… There is something strange about him. He is welcoming, he also has many jokes and is very much interested in hearing the story of my life. But… That look; strange, unnerving, confusing. One minute, he is looking at his wife with adoration in his eyes, the next, his eyes are on me with that look.

After three hours with them, we leave. I am given a basket of fruits and encouraged to come visit them more often.

I am all smiles as I update my whatsapp status with the pictures we took together. Tolu starts the car and begins the drive back to my father’s house.

“Your parents are so nice and they look so cute together. You are so blessed to have them.”

“And they are glad to have a beautiful daughter-in-law. And dad really likes you, that is a big plus.”

I remember that odd look again but i shake it off.

“How is Bibi?”

“She is getting better. It has been a year now and we still don’t have an explanation for it all.”

Bibi is my 18year old sister, the last of the three girls in my family and the smartest one. Until a year ago when she suffered from a depressive episode. She had come home from the university with the announcement that she had withdrawn from school. We could not get any tangible information from her except that she was not doing well in school. Even that was not true as she had the best result in her 100level and her first semester 200level results were superb too. She started locking up herself in her room, sometimes crying and at other times just staring into space. We went to the school management, hoping to get some reason but they were as perplexed as we were.

Her friends also had no clue what went wrong.

We took her to see a psychiatrist and a psychologist. They made her better to some extent and she was actually improving, at least enough to want to go back to school. But none could get to the root of the whole issue.

“Beke, your phone is ringing…”

It was Bibi. She rarely called.

“Bibi, what’s up?”

“Sis, that man on your whatsapp status, who is he? ”

“That’s Tolu’s father. I finally met his parents today. What’s up?”

“He raped me.”

“What are you talking about Bibi?”

“He is the reason I left school. He threatened to fail me and make my life miserable if I told anyone.” Sis, that man cannot be your father-in-law…”

Readers, what do you advise?

Twists, Turns… Theatre.

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My consultant, Dr. Finanni, was almost always absent. She was often travelling, attending seminars, giving talks and getting paid. She was close to becoming a professor and had relegated most of her other duties to me. I was not complaining.

I had no idea what Mr. Badmus and Laila meant.

“What does she have to do with his death?”

“I was one of those on the qualification board for the WHO post she badly wanted. I was the only one who voted against her because I knew what she was capable of. Your consultant is good but she would do anything to get what she wants. Trust me.”

I knew for a woman her age, Dr. Finanni, had risen up the career ladder quite fast. I never thought much about it. She is brilliant and hardworking, add to that her rich and highly connected family and you have all that…

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My consultant, Dr. Finanni, was almost always absent. She was often travelling, attending seminars, giving talks and getting paid. She was close to becoming a professor and had relegated most of her other duties to me. I was not complaining.

I had no idea what Mr. Badmus and Laila meant.

“What does she have to do with his death?”

“I was one of those on the qualification board for the WHO post she badly wanted. I was the only one who voted against her because I knew what she was capable of. Your consultant is good but she would do anything to get what she wants. Trust me.”

I knew for a woman her age, Dr. Finanni, had risen up the career ladder quite fast. I never thought much about it. She is brilliant and hardworking, add to that her rich and highly connected family and you have all that…

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Twists, Turns… Theatre.

My consultant, Dr. Finanni, was almost always absent. She was often travelling, attending seminars, giving talks and getting paid. She was close to becoming a professor and had relegated most of her other duties to me. I was not complaining.

I had no idea what Mr. Badmus and Laila meant.

“What does she have to do with his death?”

“I was one of those on the qualification board for the WHO post she badly wanted. I was the only one who voted against her because I knew what she was capable of. Your consultant is good but she would do anything to get what she wants. Trust me.”

I knew for a woman her age, Dr. Finanni, had risen up the career ladder quite fast. I never thought much about it. She is brilliant and hardworking, add to that her rich and highly connected family and you have all that is needed to succeed. She was not married yet and she rarely had time to even notice guys around her.

“I do not understand. She is who she is now because she put in a lot of effort…”

“Into killing people too… How come it your team never had a definite diagnosis for me? All the tests that could have helped either came back negative or were sabotaged.”

“Mr. Badmus, my consultant was not around when you were with us.”

“Of course. She has little minions in every unit of the hospital. Even among those operating on you now.”

I felt sweat beads gather on my forehead. This was too weird to believe.

“Why would she go to that extent just to get you?”

“I was chairman of the board. My vote held more power than the combined votes of the other board members.”

“I see…”

I had lots of questions. How did she arrange it all? What did she do to Mr. Badmus?

“But you were really ill before you came to the hospital, coughing and throwing up blood. I am sure she had nothing to do with that.”

“I have peptic ulcer. What medications in high doses can cause gastric bleeding in a person like me? If you recall, history was very acute, just two weeks. Board members and those applying for the post were lodged in the same hotel. She had been sending complimentary drinks to my hotel room for some days before the symptoms began… What do you think?”

“Oh, oh… Did you know she was the one?”

“Now i know.”

“Did you not feel the symptoms?”

“I did but i could not be bothered about it till it got that serious.”

“That does not explain coughing up blood though.”

Mr. Badmus looked at Laila who shrugged and faced me, “we have not found the explanation for that. We know she botched the plans for an endoscopy for him, she ensured most of his blood and saliva samples were swapped or lost in transit. She is meticulous.”

“What then happened in theatre?”

Apparently, it was the simplest part. Her minion in the power unit would have been stationed to switch off power supply to the theatre. He would have also been instructed not to switch on the generator. Most theatres would wait till it comes on. If it does not, the surgery is rescheduled. That should not end the life of the patient though.

“How come I still died, right? Maybe we should ask the anesthetist in your operating room. He may have received similar instructions concerning you.”

We got to the room I was being operated on just as the man was about giving me another dose.

A dose that would definitely kill me.

Speak, See, Swift.

Hallucinations? Ketamine dissociative anaesthesia? Or REAL?

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I opened my eyes. There was a very bright light in front of me, I tried moving my arms to shield my eyes but they felt too light. The smell in the room was very familiar; the sterile ‘bluish-green’ smell of the operating room. I could see everything clearly, the operating nurse who looked extremely bored, the anaesthetists crosschecking some things on a chart, the standby power lamp we tried using for Mr. Badmus.

Mr. Badmus!

He had smiled at me just before it totally went black. I was sure I could differentiate the smile of a dead man from that of one alive. Only that, his smile did not seem dead or alive. It seemed, how do I describe it? Transient.

Someone was tapping my right shoulder. I smiled as i remembered Mr. Darum, one of the consultant anesthetists, teaching me the proper way of waking a patient from…

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