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Chapter two was in the link.

This is chapter 3. Enjoy

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.

Here is chapter 4
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