Shalomdee:
Hey followers, strike has been called off and exams are to start upper week, I am so sorry but it looks like I will be off for some time (not for the whole period though) so I can study but I promise to come back with more interesting updates. Here is a short update I was able to put together:

CHAPTER ELEVEN continued
Lancelot came home one evening from work; he was so drowsy that he fell asleep immediately his body landed on the couch. Jane had to help him remove his shoes and collect his briefcase from his hand. Rahila was not at home, she had left for her night duty. Jane took the items she had collected and went to the couple’s room. It was a room she rarely entered; she had only been there twice.

She scanned the room when she was inside, the cream tiles, cream curtains and cream wall made the room seem very spacious, like one of those never ending passages they showed in the Matrix. The bed sheet was coloured pink and it was the only colour in the room that gave it a feminine touch. She deposited the shoes near the wardrobe and the briefcase on the bed then turned quickly to go but something occurred to her that she could linger in the room longer, a bad idea she thought, but found it irresistible not to hang around the room and feel the ambiance of a couple’s matrimonial room. They will both disapprove of course but she would not be caught now.
You like your stay here don’t you? Her subconscious said to her. “Killjoy.” she said aloud and turned to go. Someday, she will have her own matrimonial bedroom and she would linger in it as much as she wanted.

When she entered the living room, she met with Lancelot face to face, he was awake now and was sitting upright trying to shake the sleep from him.

“Welcome Brother, you are up already. You need to sleep, you look very heavy.”

He shook his head, his black tie dangled as he did. He knew it was helpless, sooner or later he would still fall asleep but he thought about the paper work he had to do today, he needed to be awake.

“Prepare me some coffee please.” He said with a yawn.

“That is not a good idea Sir, you are on antidepressants and taking caffeine will not be good for your body system.”

He turned sideways and gave her a brief look; his eyes were lopsided as he did. “How do you know that?”

“I did some research on the type of drugs you are taking.”

“It is just for today, nothing will happen, please.” His eyes looked pleading.

Jane prepared him coffee and he drank gently. While he sat in his room doing the paperwork, he thought about himself, he had become so tranquil and meek, his work seemed now to move fairly well, there were no complaints any longer and he seemed stable. But he had lost passion, passion for his career and the enthusiasm he always had about his patients was gone. Today the little boy that had been cured of tuberculosis came back for check up and Lancelot was surprised he was not so concerned about the boy any longer, and yet he and the boy had been very fond of each other. He had lost his interest in the little children, only the monotonous drill of getting them cured was his concern. Was it because of the drugs? It had to be. What else could explain the lack of interest in his patient’s happiness? His relationship with Jane had improved though, he felt less possessive of her and the taunting thoughts and nightmarish experiences had dwindled, though they still came up once in a while. He missed the excitement of his old self and disliked his present apathetic nature.

“Don’t stop taking the drugs till I tell you to.” Doctor Tunde had warned sternly. Lancelot could still remember the glow in his eyes when he said it and the way his grey hair had seemed to stand upright. But he knew himself, there was no way he was going to continue taking the drugs for long. It made him think of himself like a junkie, an irredeemable one.

“Stopping the drugs abruptly could lead to a relapse, a relapse worse than the former.” Lancelot could still hear the psychologist’s warning. But how could he continue to carry on his life in this zombie state?

queenjuli:
pa Kenneth is one elder they place very highly, beside they might be some jazz involved if not how can mama ezinne whose daughter was killed by this same pa Kenneth/ Bartholomew be sharing poisoned palm wine to angry villagers who are about to execute her daughter's killer. just saying

ogunesan:
You guys should please calm down for him,he said and I quote"I have been in and put of the sick bed"