Last week, it was reported in the news that the young and popular Dr. Desmond Ogiga had lost his whole family in a fatal car accident. His only parent Mrs. Naomi Ogiga had gone to pick up her dear daughter-in-law that had just been delivered of a set of twin boys on behalf of her son. From the hospital where his wife brought forth the boys, Desmond had had an emergency to run to in his own hospital besides the Military Avenue that morning. He held one of the boys, Lady held the other while they chatted and thanked God together. When his mother arrived, he left the four persons that mattered most to him to bow to his duty, soaking them in kisses and warmth. Had he known, he would have violated the emergency in his hospital and drove his family home. Dying all together, at once would have been more maleficent.

Desmond gnashed his teeth as he drove out of the city, heading south, heading east, and heading to nowhere in particular. He would love to die, to drive into a lagoon or a swamp and perish inside his car. A river should be better. He stretched his knowledge to ascertain which communities outside the city had rivers. When he remembered Agba village, he smiled and increased his speed. Once upon a time, in life, everything was solid and now it looked like his fate had melted into phlegm that he had to discard quickly. He could not phantom why something must always go wrong. The death of his whole family was not just wrong, it was massive on the wrong side from the wrong point of view for any wrong reason.

He had done the best in his reach and buried his family bravely. He would not want to be buried, he wished to perish somewhere he will not be discovered and he must have that. The 39-year-old doctor thought himself still very young to have written any will on his hospital, two estates and three restaurants. After the burial that day, he had also declined his scruple from writing anything before heading for the suicide drive. Nothing meant anything except going to die peacefully somewhere and transform into a roaring spirit that search the souls of his family.

Felix his friend and partner would take care of anything in his absence and might put everything in his name later and for that Desmond won’t hate. Felix was also his family. He scratched his itchy mustache like a raging beast, he had eaten nothing nor shaved since that ominous day. His wonderful mother had kept a secret from him all his life. She told him that she will divulge it to him someday but look, her death. He did not know where he came from, his descent, his ancestors. He only knew his mother who raised him in town through the roadside sales of kerosene and fuel. Splashes of tears began to blur his view, the man sobbed hysterically, his hands strangling the steering. Who would believe that a grown man like him didn’t know his people. Noami had struggled a lot and for that her son respected her decision of holding back their origin.

When he drove into the village that will lead to Agba, the mist in his eyes had cleared but his chest revolved in agony and anger. He was already picturing himself flying into the river with his car. He and Tommy, his hommie had been to Agba while they were young for a local beach. He recalled the road and what the river looked like. It would be the perfect river to drown him. The river was at the extreme of the village and no one lived close. In fact, the river was always lonely but for the beach party held around it during Christmas holidays. The villagers had three other better rivers within their reach that they used all the time for washing, drinking, bathing and killing of fishes and periwinkles picking.
Agba road was not too motor able, it was not tarred neither was it wide but a car could struggle through, amidst slapping overgrown shrubs by the sides. From his view, he could see a group of young girls with buckets and basins. He guessed they were headed for a river to fetch some water. When he arrived a crossroads, he did not know why he was confused on the path to go. The girls were near, still in the mess of his reality. He wound down the glass in full view of the girls to ask. Then for a better response, he opened the door and stepped a little out of the car and questioned,

‘Hello there, young beautiful girls. Which way leads to the beach?’

Desmond could not believe the compendium of what he got.

A host of not less than ten girls fainted in front of him, collapsing unto the ground. He did not know if he should scream or rush back into the car. He did not even know from which girl to start reviving by pounding the chest.

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No one was shocked to maximum about Konma’s rebuff on the suggestion made to house Desmond. The girl herself was full of controversies that produced quick effects. Konma and her brother were orphans that were taken in by their father’s only sister Regina. Regina and her husband Jokwe took care of the children as theirs there in the village until she caught Konma digging it with her husband. In grave infuriation, she left the children and travelled to town with her family. Konma had out-cried that the man made her give herself to him even more than once but no one in the community seemed to have understood her opinion. Regina had narrated to anyone ready to hear that Konma was atop her husband during the coital scene.

She had even gone further to spice it up that Konma’s teenage curvaceous and surplus flesh assembled in an earthen beauty had led her into seducing males from school, then in her own home too. Regina could not stand the betrayal and gossips within the villagers, in tears of the memories of her gone brother, she left. Konma’s older brother who had almost completed his tertiary studies stopped visiting home. He constructed his entire anger against his sister for allowing herself separate the family. He labeled her the evil spirit that had created the barrier to the benefits of education that came from their Auntie. Konma was denounced by her own family and even her brother. She began to think that her voice was never useful to the society and will never be. She became a moping diva. A beautiful maiden who starred in shame among her peers, one who looked at many things but does zero.

Desmond rejected staying in Ovum’s house. Ovum, the girl who embraced him first and wished to be closer to him. He could not make out Konma’s eyes, why it looked like only she secretly knew him. He meant, everyone had eyes, even the girls had eyes but those of Konma were constantly searching like the eyes of an eagle. He sojourned in one of the nurse’s house. Adaekeh took care of him and always rode in his car to the hospital every day. Since Desmond arrived, they had set out more plans and activities in the small clinic. Adaekeh was happy that more money was realized through his presence and after three days of his stay in her home, she did not talk to him about leaving the village. Desmond had hoped that she asked just like some of the other girls did in the hospital but she didn’t.

‘I don’t know why those girls are asking about the day you will leave but I think staying here for your leave is fine by me.’ Adaekeh said to him when she served him food one night.

‘Oh! Good.’ Desmond responded in relieve.

‘Right? You are here for your leave right?’

‘Yes.’ Desmond agreed and thanked her.

She smiled her joy and strolled away to her husband in the other building. She often laughed and talked very easily. Desmond stayed in a cemented two-room building that wasn’t painted, adjacent to the main building where Adaekeh stayed with her family. Jimmy, Adaekeh’s husband’s younger brother occupied the building with him, he provided Desmond with toiletries and clothes. Jimmy and Goddie, Mrs Joro’s son loved lurking around Desmond and they loved riding in his four-wheeled more. They lavishly provided him with information and also showed him few clear locations in the nearby bushes where he can cool off sometimes. Many times, Desmond had stopped himself from asking them about Konma.
Desmond often left his jeep in the hospital and dashed into the nearest spot in the bush to weep on his family. He wept so hard most times that he had to look extensively if some trees had turned into human beings to console him. Everywhere looked different and reminded him of nothing about his family. He alone nurtured and mastered his sorrow.

The money he had in his car since he came had diminished severely, he thought of contacting Felix but killed the idea. The news of his disappearance must have got around town, adding to the fact that he did not want to be found. Over and over again, he thanked his stars for giving Adaekeh the idea that he was on leave. He had specially told the woman to keep low his presence in the village but she should allow more patients admission into the hospital for aids and cure. He thanked heavens that his medical box rode with him in his car all the time.

Desmond attended to patience nicely. He began to organize meetings with young girls and boys separately. Most times, he spoke in their classes for 30 minutes on sex education and moral boast. Although, he felt lost to the world entirely, he still pushed himself up every day to achieve a thing in that village till he concludes a better means to die.

The breeze was surplus that evening, his head weary of worry, his elbow resting on a shorter tree. Tears scintillated his face. He was grieving again. Gently, he vacillated his head and found Konma pouring her deep gaze on him again.

Obi was saying to Martha his colleague in the Akpan’s Memorial Hospital in town.

‘My Lord! This is too much tragedy for my mentor. Dr. Desmond Ogiga is not a toy human to have disappeared in that manner. Some wicked kidnappers must have used this medium to kidnap him and pin it on his agony.’

‘They said they saw him last after the burial. How can he go down just like that?’

The lady added.

‘Oh! My mentor. God should see him through. How can that cruel fate be imposed on someone I admire with all my life.’

Another nurse walked into the staff room and announced, ‘Sir Obi, the Director is asking of you.’

Obi smirked at them and fled to the Director.


Dr Ogbonda was admiring a calendar on her table when Obi entered.

‘Good afternoon Doctor,’ Obi greeted and stood erect.

‘Yes. You are here. Ok. I hope this news gets you excited. Paulinus, Helen and you will be going to Agba Community soon. The village has been assigned to us for vaccination.’

Obi’s eye brows thickened.

‘You look beaten. Do you not know Agba village? The very village after yours, I’m sure you do.

Curtly, came Obi’s nod.

The songs that played in Obi’s skull from the moment of the command till he drifted into a nightmare at night were dirges dedicated to fallen warriors, heroes who went on self exile and sons who have been swallowed by goals and civilization.

Obi had left his sister and went away into the city claiming that he is a native of Ekpom, his mother’s village not Agba. How well fate has danced on him, he would be going to Agba, his own people that he had denied several times. Obi did not know how he would compose himself to serve them without being identified, to even set his eyes on his younger sister was a graver action to take. Before he slept in the warmth of his duplex, he made up his mind to persuade the Director the next day into excluding his name.

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