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Shebi u no dey read. The guy name no be Desmond?

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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