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"Hurry! Please come over! Your brother is gasping for breathe!"

It was 11pm. Mary, a Registered Nurse, had just retired to bed after an exhausting afternoon shift and long, tortuous hours in Lagos traffic. Having to leave the house again wouldn't even cross her mind. But this was her father calling, a widower, obviously very scared of also witnessing his son's death. She couldn't bear the pain of losing her only brother either, not to mention the agony of seeing her dad go through the same ( He had been a great single parent since the death of his wife ten years ago. )

"What about his inhaler?" Mary asked her dad.

"He used it before situation turned worse. What else can I do, Mary? Please, don't let him die; hospital is far away."

"I'm on my way dad," Mary said, trying to sound confident as she wiped tears off her eyes. "Please still arrange to take David to the hospital. I will be there as fast as I can."

Mary knew that for her dad to call that way, the situation must have really gotten out of hand and the sixteen year old boy, truly, might not make it to the closest hospital. The dad still needs a taxi to convey them there.

"Please help! Don't let my brother die," Mary called on God in desperation.

Just then a thought crossed her mind. As she dashed out of the house with her night gown on, Mary called her dad. "Daddy please check the name on the inhaler David used and let me know what you found."

"It's Seretide," came the quick response. The doctor said it ..."
" Daddy quickly look for the Ventolin he was using," Mary cut in. "See if it hasn't finished." She knew the Seretide wasn't made for emergency treatment although also used by asthmatic patients.

She then called the Lagos emergency line, 767 for help as she entered the car to drive down to her father's residence.

Without thinking, Mary took the fastest route. It was however a route even guys avoid any time from 9pm because of frequently reported criminal activities.

She had not traveled for ten minutes when she noticed a previously parked car now following her. That was when her mistake dawned on her. She had no business taking that route. She shuddered and became drenched in cold sweat...

As she attempted a quick second call to 767, she saw a man through the mirror aiming a rifle at her car. Immediately, she dropped the phone and swerved to another lane and then matched the accelerator. Just then, a thought crossed her mind to slow down but she was so scared that she kept moving the car at top speed. It didn't take her long to realize her error as she zoomed past a short link to a street with nearby police station.

She kept accelerating and swerving from one lane to the other when, suddenly,she heard loud gun shots from a shot distance AHEAD of her that told her there's no escaping. That was when she noticed a complete road block and some hefty guys in black. She had to slow down this time to park the car.

"Please Lord, forgive me all my sins. If You save me from this, I will live for You. Forgive me, help me..."

"Come out of that car now or l will blow off your skull!" threatened one of the guys in black as he directed an AK 47 rifle at her head.

She quickly opened the car door, shaking as she came out of the vehicle, holding her night gown with her left hand. A thick smoke of Indian Hemp engulfed her immediately and with the blood shot eyes staring at her, she knew the guy could make good his threat; something could just snap his brain and her head would be off for it.

The guy continued to stare at Mary as she comes out of the car. Her heart pounded heavily; she was equally embarrassed because until then she had not realized she left the house in nightie.

"Boss," the guy said to someone over the phone with a devilish smile, "I am bringing you a sexy gift. Highly endowed, front and back." Then he gave a brief hideous laughter.

By then the other guys had gathered round. All they noticed was a sudden cessation of laughter and an immediate change in countenance to an angry one as he put his phone back into his pocket.

"Some people don't have respect sha," the guy said, facing the other guys. "Imagine how he insulted me! I swear, I will not go back to that base forever." He bent down, touch the ground with his finger, placed it on his tongue then lifted it up and said, "I swear!"

Turning to Mary, "Off that thing," he yelled, motioning with his hand for her to UnCloth.

"Please, don't touch me; I beg you," Mary pleaded, kneeling down.

"Scorpio, na boss get dis kin booty o. Abeg, no touch am," said one of the three other guys. It had been their practice not to harm anyone on their operations until they return to base. Their boss may have a different opinion.

That statement however got "Scorpio" more infuriated. He realized that though he was their commander in the operation, their allegiance was still for their main boss. Within seconds, in rage, he pulled the trigger and shot the guy that spoke in the head and shot the other one beside him too. Before he could shoot the last member of the gang, however, the guy brought out his own gun and they shot one another simultaneously. It was a terrible site to behold.

Mary was shocked at how mean these guys proved to be. How could one human treat another like a lifeless object!

Quickly, she got up and entered her car and started the ignition. She almost escaped when she suddenly heard an order: "If you move, I will blow off your skull!"
It was "Scorpio" again. He was desperately trying to lay his hand on his gun again but he was so badly wounded from the gun shot at close range that he struggled in vain. Instead of an order, he should be pleading for help as he was bleeding profusely.

Mary was not ready to see what could result from his struggles. She zoomed off with the car in reverse and, when she got to the link road she passed with speed earlier on, she changed the gear and drove straight on, entering the safer street. It was a longer route back home but she had learnt her lesson: safety first, and then speed.

Finally, Mary got home safely. She knelt down by her bed and prayed, thanking God for saving her by an unexpected turn of events. Then she collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

However, all of a sudden, her phone began to ring once more and she jumped out of the bed. Her heart raced and her tongue got really dry; cold sweats ran down her spine as the call swiftly brought back the memory of her brother's critical state. Her struggle for her own life plus the exhaustion had made her temporarily forget about that.

It was her dad's call again. What would it be this time? She wished the phone could read her father's mind and then laugh or cry instead of ringing depending on the situation.
That way, she would know what to expect. As it is, however, she had to pick the call to find out what happened to her brother.
Her hands shook as she reached out for the phone. She could faint if it was a bad news- it felt like her heart was in her mouth, ready to escape from her forever.

"Mary what happened? We've been trying to call you since."

Her father's tone of voice got her confused. She couldn't figure out if the worst had happened and her brother was dead or if the family were now solely concerned about her own safety.

"Daddy, please tell me: how is David? How is my brother?"

"That is why we've been trying to call you since. We couldn't secure any vehicle but this Lagos Emergency Ambulance unexpectedly appeared. Before the arrival, however, the Ventolin you asked us to give him had relieved him..."

"You mean he is alive?"

"Yes, my son is alive and well but we are currently in Lagos State Teaching Hospital. You don't need to rush down anyway; rest very well and come tomorrow."

Is dad telling me the truth? I hope he is not just trying to prevent me from an outright sleepless night when David is... She couldn't bear the thought of the death of her brother.

"Daddy, do you know that that hospital is where I work?"

"No. You told me you work at General Hospital, Ikeja."

"Yes. That was the former name and that's still what many people call it.
"What I'm driving at is that you should let me know with certainty what my brother's state is. I don't want to cause a scene when I resume work tomorrow.
Maybe I should even come right away."

"Mary, have I ever lied to you?"

"No, daddy."

"Then believe me when I said you don't need to hurry down here again. Your brother is fine. The doctor on duty said they just need to observe him because of the severity of the attack."

She felt very relieved. She would wait till they meet before telling her dad what she had gone through.

Mary's sleep was sound that night. It had to be. It had been a long stressful day, but also a day when at least two potential family tragedies were averted, and there was no need to hurry anywhere again.
It had been a night when calls changed everything.

Good evening all.

Just joined this section today. Let me contribute to the stories already posted.

Author: Michael A. Adedoyin, Writer at Pure Diamond Books (PDB)

Your comments and contributions are welcomed please: tempo, language and all.

Enjoy the story.

Thank you

THE DEATH OF THE SELFLESS MONSTERS

When my monster was born it took on more than one form and all were short-lived because it became apparent that selflessness has become alien to many. They become suspicious when you say you are not doing something for yourself and then it looks so good.
They've been so twisted through many years of bad governance and poor leadership that they choose to live with the devil they know than give room to the angels they don't know. But then-take it and leave it- angels are good, devils are bad.
They give no room to the creative ability of others. Once it doesn't match their template, it most die. They are experts at that and the old monster- the selfless one fell under their attack never to rise again... in a selfless form.
Fear of the unknown and fear of the past are the major arrows vehemently shot at my monster, seriously wounding it.
Some of them are here. Of course, Nairaland represents what obtains in the society at large. Check Nairaland today. You will find those who only know how to hunt down others. They know how to judge your motives although they don't know you. They scare people from you once you mention something they are not familiar with. They believe they should know how things work- it is there right to understand everything. Instead of asking questions though, they influence other people who would have supported you by making very unkind comments. And sure, that will be the end of that post. Nobody wants to talk again. Very suspicious and immature people. Dream killers. Such are those who buried me alive like a seed and the selfless monster died but that wouldn't be my end...


THE RESURRECTION AND RAVAGE OF THE CRUEL MONSTER (Tip)


Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Whoooh Whoooh Hahahaha! I'm alive again! My enemies did not triumph over me. I am alive and deadly. I give no sign, I leave no trace.

If you knew my background you will not joke with me but I was humble and carefully hid my identity so that I will relate normally with everyone. But you broke my heart. You let me down. You took my humility for granted. You called me names and insulted me. You buried my gentleness, humility and self control. What you've got here you cannot handle. I will speak no more in parables. You will hear my true story but afterwards be prepared for me just as I am for you all. The cruel beast is risen. If you are afraid you should be. Only One Person can deliver from my hands but for many He won't because they rejected Him and are therefore unprepared for me.I will...

End Of Tip

NS JW > H-E

THE BIRTH OF THE SELFLESS MONSTER

The birth of my monster is not just because of my government. The government failed me. Yes. But then I turned to people and institutions who could help but they also refused me help. They all wallowed on in self-centred pursuit while what I seek is to get help to change the society. My reasons were not strong enough- not because the magnitude of the impact my ideas could make were not great enough but because it will cost them something: trust, time and/or money. They used my past to judge my capacity when all they could see there is the struggles of a citizen not helped-even harmed- by his government and not what I'm truly capable of.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when, not wanting to give up, I came on board on Nairaland. I thought fellow Nigerians who have gone through what I have been through will understand. I thought they will believe me, believe in me and join me to solve problems in our nation but alas! I was very wrong! I am only important on Nairaland if I have what to give. When I need help, I am ignored or ,even worse, abused- insulted for asking question, insulted for requesting help, for wanting to help people if only I am supported. I see the hearts of the people I want to help on Nairaland. They have not discovered that opportunity often show up as work rather than gifts. They ignored me because I was open and careful not to deceive anyone; I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just needed support to contribute my quota to the development of my nation. And when I was rejected by my own- by the people who should understand me- the monster was born, here on Nairaland.


to be continued...



..THE DEATH OF THE MONSTERS

..THE RESURRECTION AND RAVAGE OF THE CRUELMONSTER

NS JW

INTRODUCTION:

What you are about to read is a possible pattern of how frustration of well-meaning people by a society plagued with irresponsible leadership and consequent pessimist, self-centred population can lead to terrorism originating from deep-rooted wounds of rejection and aggression suffered by that frustrated fellow from those he sought to help.

It is written in a way that seeks to reflect the feeling of the frustrated individual by making him the author of the script. (That is, written in first person singular.)

i. PREAMBLE

1. THE BIRTH OF A SELFLESS MONSTER

2. THE DEATH OF THE MONSTERS

3. THE RESURRECTION AND RAVAGE OF A CRUEL MONSTER

PREAMBLE

I know God is real and I am not angry with God.
I am not among the people who once believed that God exists but when faced with similar challenges other people face everywhere they say, "If there is God, why did this happen to me?" and gradually, they move from that to, "If there is God, why are all these happening?"

I should ask them: If there is God why did you eat today? If there is God, why are you able to read with your eyes? If there is God why did you celebrate when you did? If there is God (pardon me) why do you enjoy sex?
Because these are things others don't have or enjoy and instead of blaming God, they seek His help.
(If the questions I asked confused you don't bother, it may just mean you are not the one I am talking about-atheist or not. Those I refer should understand because deep inside them, they are convinced that there is God. They are just angry with Him but I am not part of them.)

So I am not an atheist. I know God IS real. In fact, I know God is not just real, He is really good... but He is also principled and- love it or leave it- you can't do anything about that.

Ignorant or wicked people blame God for the individual or collective irresponsibility of humans that happen to affect them. They blame God for not making humans remote-controlled robots who do things exactly as the signals say. They blame God for their ignorance of how nature works instead of enjoying the act of taking proactive responsibility in finding out wisdom. Ignorant or wicked people also blame God for reaping what they sow. They don't relate what they reap to what they sow and so ask, "What have I done to deserve this?" because the fruit is usually more, bigger and usually looks different from the seed. They should have known but they have the tendency to blame someone else for their plight and take the glory for their successes. Worst still, they mock those who do the reverse.

I am not part of them. I am different. I know where my pains and hurts comes from. It is not God but humans. In fact, I know He does not want me to harm other humans for hurting me because He is good and He knows how to fix me-- if I let Him. In fact, He has fixed me several times. This time however, a born monster refuses to be fixed by God. HE WANTS TO REVENGE! And you need to know so that when it hits you hard you will not be among the God-blamers. God loves you but here is a monster that once loved you too but he died. He was a seed you all decided to bury but he resurrected to become the mighty tree with juicy, attractive poisons as fruits- both bitter and sweet. He will give you the sweet poison if that is what will destroy you or give you the bitter one if that is most effective. In all, this is not just a monster: it is a VERY effective, cruel and awesome monster.

I know. I know that not all who will suffer from the monster's onslaught are responsible for his making. To these people who may also have been victims of the same circumstances that made my monster, killed it by burying it alive like a seed and allowed it to resurrect in a bigger and cruel form- to these people I apologize because even you will I not spare lest my enemies escape while I try to save you. If you say you believe in Jesus, you had better call on Him because only Him can make you escape when I strike hard and pour out my revenge like a merciless flood, like an unforgiving wildfire on my enemies. You don't have any hiding place.

And I challenge you all-CIA, CID, NSA, DSS, NAFDAC(Yes!), FRSC (Yes!), Hackers etc YOU CAN MAKE ARRESTS BUT I WILL BE SOMEWHERE ELSE WATCHING YOU! If you don't know that I have set you all up, that is in itself an evidence of your weakness! You are VERY VERY unprepared for me. Before you cause trouble for innocent people anyway (because I expect you to, you must do something otherwise politicians, the money-controlled mass media and the uncontrollable social media won't allow you to think straight! Hahahaaaa ) just let me finish so that your clues will be "complete" (It will never be- I promise! You will just hurt the innocent and rob the helpless even more. Maybe you will even create monsters more cruel than this.)

You popular TV station I am coming after you. Be ready, be secure but be sure that I HAVE overcome. But why will I come against you popular TV? Because you have a name that is good, you made me respect you and love you but when I thought "I have a place I can go to for help- popular TV can help," -- that was just before the birth of the selfless monster and this is the resurrection of the cruel monster- you disappointed me big time! You of all organization in Nigeria? I'm not going to expose you but I will vehemently fight back and furiously revenge because what you did is unpardonable for a station like yours. You will regret what you did not do- yes! It is not what you did but what you did not do and you didn't even reply my mail talk less grant my request.

Every move you all can make from now against me will be moves against the children of the monster- innocent children robbed-in without knowing. That is certain because I am almost invincible. Almost, because there is God. He alone is invincible and immaculate at that. But He will not stop me because you will reap what you sow.

to be continued..

cc: Seun, Ishilove

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